Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.

You have to be lonely to be a writer

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.

I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.