The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.

Where would the Irish be without someone to be Irish at?

But complex people are never certain that they are not crooks, never certain their passports are quite in order, and are, therefore, unnerved by the slightest thing.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.