Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

Art is for [the Irish] inseparable from artifice: of that, the theatre is the home. Possibly, it was England made me a novelist.

fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.

Forgiveness should be an act, but this is a state with him.

one should discuss one's difficulties only when they are over.