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.

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

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

Perhaps it’s true, my happiest moments are the anticipation of other moments still to come.

[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.

There is blood in Mr. Ervine's 'Carson'; he knows nothing about Sir Edward Carson, of course, but his teeth are firmly fixed in the calf of someone's leg, all the time, and he draws blood without a doubt.

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