... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.
You have to be lonely to be a writer
I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.
... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?
Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.
jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.