in my skimmings over fiction I cannot recall any writer so continuously implicated in his own work as George Moore.

Motherhood: the days are long, the years are short.

in my skimmings over fiction I cannot recall any writer so continuously implicated in his own work as George Moore.

It's possible to keep drawing this moment out, any moment, hammering it thinner and thinner like beaten gold, like iced chablis, whipping it, whipping it to cheap perfume, each word blown to aneurysm.

Ireland regards sex, when she regards it at all, with an entirely primitive and practical eye.

We in Ireland are gifted beyond most peoples with a talent for acting, and in Dublin especially, while scorning culture, which indeed we have not got, we are possessed of a most futile and diverting cleverness.

[On writer George Moore:] ... I grew curious about Moore. Yet when at the rehearsal of 'Countess Cathleen' in some dark by-way of London, I was told he was present, I cannot recall any form, only an irritation in the dusty atmosphere.