Cecelia Ahern
Cecelia Ahern
Cecelia Ahernis an Irish novelist since 2004. She has published several novels and contributed a number of short stories to various anthologies...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 September 1981
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
falling-in-love mind fleeing
Moments are precious, sometimes they linger and other times they're fleeing, and yet so much could be done in them; you could change a mind, you could save a life and you could even fall in love.
dad appreciate want
I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all the tomorrows with him. You could say that now, I appreciate them when they come. Now, I want to make them the best they can possibly be.
good-times remember easy
It’s not easy remembering the good times.
running ordinary tools
Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.
privilege realizing i-dont-love-you
We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.
moving decision ease
More often than not, the easy decisions are the wrong decisions, and sometimes we feel like we're going backward when we're actually moving forward.
jobs college thinking
I never grew up thinking the goal in life was to be a millionaire. All the way through college, I had a part-time job. I worked hard to get the things that you need at that age.
writing people stories
I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.
writing creative feelings
I write my novels longhand. I love the feeling of writing; I love to see pen on paper. It feels more creative than typing, and it's a more visual process for me - I can picture the entire scene in my head and am merely writing what I see.
writing mystery
I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.
dream memories people
This house isn't mine anymore, but the memories are; the memories can't be sold. The building that housed my once-upon-a-time dreams stands for someone else now, as it did for the people before us, and I feel happy to let it go. Happy that I can begin again, anew, though bearing the scars of before. They represent wounds that have healed.
known
Have you ever not known something but known it at the same time?
heart order class
Journalism classes teach us that one must extract oneself from the story in order to report without bias, but often we need to be in the story in order to understand, to connect, to help the audience identify or else it has no heart; it could be a robot telling the story, for all anyone cares.
fall rivers luck
Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.