Edna O'Brien
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Edna O'Brien
Edna O'Brienis an Irish novelist, memoirist, playwright, poet and short story writer. Philip Roth has described her "the most gifted woman now writing in English", while former President of Ireland Mary Robinson has cited her as "one of the great creative writers of her generation."...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 December 1932
CountryIreland
tuning forks tense
I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time....
country mother father
Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.
flower bees saffron
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.
wise children heart
Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.
beautiful flower love-is
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.
We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.
people demon form
Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.
death dog night
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.
children hair hands
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.
punishment religion stones
Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.
country stars flower
... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.
children parent mets
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.
women needs vote
It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.
eye half landscape
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.