Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

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

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

Promiscuity is the death of love.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.