I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

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

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Writing is like carrying a fetus.

Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.