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.

Sometimes it seems your ever-increasing list of things to do can leave you feeling totally undone.

There has been no lack of courage in Ireland; there never is, but even our courage has a fatal quality.

Our greatest fear is that we will lose the love in our life... that we will be abandoned, left alone, bereaved, misunderstood, deprived, hated and rejected....but we can never be OUT OF LOVE. We are love and if our minds separate ourselves from who we really are it is a painful delusion. Ego personalities, including our own, might separate ourselves from love but love never dies because it is what we are made of.

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

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.

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