Ireland is a wonderful place to write in. Even although the atmosphere was so Faith-laden that I was often worried that I was not writing a book to the glory of God, I had to admit that words flowed from my pen like all-get-out. To be honest, there is nothing to do in Ireland but write.

The world of books: romantic, idle, shiftless world so beautiful, so cheap compared with living.

It is a city of villages, closely connected, each village dedicated to a different way of life.

There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.

Only a fool would make the bed every day.

Ireland is a wonderful place to write in. Even although the atmosphere was so Faith-laden that I was often worried that I was not writing a book to the glory of God, I had to admit that words flowed from my pen like all-get-out. To be honest, there is nothing to do in Ireland but write.

I like a new clean book, freshly bound, particularly when I am the first to read it. I like dirty books - where other people have been before me, slipping fried eggs between the pages as markers - rather less.