... in general, the Anglo-Irish do not make good dancers; they are too spritely and conscious; they are incapable of one kind of trance or of being seemingly impersonal. And, for the formal, pure dance they lack the formality: about their stylishness (for they have stylishness) there is something impromptu, slightly disorderly.

We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can.

When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.

I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

nobody ever dies of an indignity.

children like change - for one thing, they never anticipate regret.