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Edna O'Brien quotes

Ocupation: Novelist

Life: b. December 15, 1930

Birthday: December 15

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History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

Topics: Bystanders, Fiction, Said

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It is increasingly clear that the fate of the universe will come to depend more and more on individuals as the bungling of bureaucracy permeates every corner of our existence.

source: - New York Times Book Review, February 14, 1993.

Topics: Fate, Novelists, Individual

When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.

Topics: Character, Tree, Ireland And The Irish, Being Irish, Funny Irish

Irish? In truth I would not want to be anything else. It is a state of mind as well as an actual country. It is being at odds withother nationalities, having quite different philosophy about pleasure, about punishment, about life, and about death. At least it does not leave one pusillanimous.

Topics: Country, Philosophy, Odds

Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.

Topics: Beautiful, Flower, Love Is

We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable.

source: - Edna O'Brien (2002). “The Lonely Girl”, Plume

Topics: Knowing, Different, Persons

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

source: - Edna O'Brien (2012). “Country Girl”, p.27, Faber & Faber

Topics: Goodbye, Money Talks

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

Topics: Spring, Real, Winter, Resurgence, Winter Months

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

source: - Edna O'Brien (1978). “Seven novels and other short stories”, HarperCollins

Topics: Sometimes, Whole, Recalls

Ordinary life bypassed me, but I also bypassed it. It couldn't have been any other way.Conventional life and conventional people are not for me.

source: - Novelists, Poets and Playwrights (2002).

Topics: People, Ordinary, Way, Conventional Life

The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.

Topics: Women, Memorable, Mean, Insirational

I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.

Topics: Long, Catholic, Guilt, Catholic Guilt, Iceberg

what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a tree stump becomes an animal and a sound becomes a siren. And most of that fear is the fear of not knowing, of not actually seeing correctly.

Topics: Fear, Animal, Knowing, Stumps

Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.

Topics: Wise, Children, Heart, Child At Heart

For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write the way a thief steals; it's a little covert.

Topics: Writing, Thieves, Littles, Covert

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

Topics: Fear, Live In The Moment, Moments, Drawbacks

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

Topics: Book, Space, Chairs, Small Spaces

To live with the work and the letters of James Joyce was an enormous privilege and a daunting education. Yes, I came to admire Joyce even more because he never ceased working, those words and the transubstantiation of words obsessed him. He was a broken man at the end of his life, unaware that Ulysses would be the number one book of the twentieth century and, for that matter, the twenty-first.

Topics: Book, Men, Numbers, Broken Man, Joyce

...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

Topics: Love, People, Like You

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.

Topics: Country, Stars, Flower, Moon And Stars, Sun Moon

Promiscuity is the death of love.

Topics: Promiscuity

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

Topics: Love Is, Two, People, Wanting More

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

source: - Edna O'Brien (1974). “A Scandalous Woman, and Other Stories”

Topics: Death, Dog, Night

It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

source: - Edna O'Brien (2012). “Country Girl”, p.124, Faber & Faber

Topics: Women, Needs, Vote

There are times when the thing we are seeing changes before our very eyes, and if it is a landscape we praise nature, and if it is celestial we invoke God, but if it is a loved one who defects, we excuse ourselves and say we have to be somewhere and are already late for our next appointment. We do not stay to put pennies over the half-dead eyes.

Topics: Eye, Half, Landscape

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

Topics: Trust, Men, Competition

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

Topics: Tuning, Want, Forks, Love Always

What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.

Topics: Children, Parent, Mets

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.

Topics: Punishment, Religion, Stones

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

source: - Edna O'Brien (2013). “The Love Object: Selected Stories of Edna O'Brien”, p.115, Faber & Faber

Topics: Moments, Inadequate

I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.

Topics: Temptation, Chastity

You have to be lonely to be a writer

Topics: Lonely

I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.

source: - Edna O'Brien (1985). “A Fanatic Heart: Selected Stories of Edna O'Brien”, Plume

Topics: Cutting, People, Kind, Shears, Unkindness

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

source: - Vogue Interview, April 1985.

Topics: Soul, Mind, Bedtime

Writing is like carrying a fetus.

Topics: Writing, Fetus

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

Topics: Sleep, Men, Dating, Strange Man

literature is the last banquet between minds.

Topics: Mind, Literature, Lasts

IT WAS TESS who told me about the crowd going to the all-night dance. We'd been school friends. We'd picked mushrooms and pretended to have seen a big ship. She had got married since I went away; it was a made match, a man from the midlands, a Donal, who had worked in a garage but took to farming, out all day, draining fields and callows so that he could till them and sow corn.

Topics: School, Night, Men, School Friends, Tess

I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.

Topics: Childhood, Fatherhood, Trying, Industrious

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

Topics: Servant, Recollection, I Can

I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.

Topics: Children, Hair, Hands

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.

Topics: Kissing, Cities, Vastness, Seashore

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

Topics: Mother, Country, Father

never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

Topics: Flower, Saffron, Bees, Human Cruelty

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

Topics: Half, Should

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

Topics: Lasts, Lovers, Back And Forth, Fugue

Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.

Topics: Talking, Two, Evening

Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.

Topics: Kindness, All Kinds, Unkind

Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.

Topics: Writing, Mean, Disturbed

Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact.

Topics: Heart, Self, Secret, True Worth

August is a wicked month.

Topics: August, Wicked, Months

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

Topics: Heart, Dark, Fit

All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.

Topics: Self, Cells, People

There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.

Topics: Book, Home, Men, Devouring

When something has been perfect, there is a tendency to try hard to repeat it.

Topics: Perfection, Trying, Tendencies

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

Topics: Jealousy, Betrayal, Self, Self Betrayal

What matters is the imaginative truth.

Topics: What Matters, Matter, Imaginative

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

Topics: Death, Way, Birth

Oh, God, who does not exist, you hate women, otherwise you'd have made them different. And Jesus, who snubbed your mother, you hate them more.

Topics: Mother, Jesus, Hate

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.

Topics: Thinking, Hands, Brain

The other me, who did not mean to drown herself, went under the sea and remained there for a long time. Eventually she surfaced near Japan and people gave her gifts but she had been so long under the sea she did not recognize what they were. She is a sly one. Mostly at night we commune. Night. Harbinger of dream and nightmare and bearer of omens which defy the music of words. In the morning the fear of her going is very real and very alarming. It can make one tremble. Not that she cares. She is the muse. I am the messenger.

Topics: Dream, Morning, Real, Sly, Dreams And Nightmares

Later as the day cools and they have gone in, the cry of the corncrake will carry across those same fields and over the lake to the blue-hazed mountain, such a lonely evening sound to it, like the lonely evening sound of the mothers, saying it is not our fault that we weep so, it is nature's fault that makes us first full, then empty.

Topics: Beautiful, Mother, Lonely

I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life.

Topics: Mistake, Exit, Knows

Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.

Topics: People, Demon, Form

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

Topics: Teeth, Sin, Holy, Mortal Sin

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

Topics: Light, Darkness, Doe

I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.

Topics: Tuning, Forks, Tense

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.

Topics: Horse, Mushrooms, Ponies

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

Topics: Faces, Firsts, Madness

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Topics: Grew, Creatures

... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?

Topics: Voice, Knows

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

Topics: Love Is, Done, Awful

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

Topics: Shadow, Shadow Of Love, Inebriation, One True Love

Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.

Topics: Running, Responsibility, World

She was an auxiliary nurse but training to be a true nurse because that was her calling, to serve mankind. She was a Martha. There were Marys and Marthas, but Marys got all the limelight because of being Christ's handmaiden, but Marthas were far more sincere.

Topics: Nurse, Training, Calling

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Topics: Falling In Love, Spring, Differences

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.

Topics: Writing, Heart, Cutting

There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.

Topics: Real, Games, People, Reason For Everything

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