fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me.
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
Art is for [the Irish] inseparable from artifice: of that, the theatre is the home. Possibly, it was England made me a novelist.
Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
The most steady, the most self-sufficient nature depends, more than it knows, on its few chosen stimuli.