Edna O'Brien
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
love people like-you
...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.
dream morning real
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.
writing fetus
Writing is like carrying a fetus.
real spring winter
In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.
writing thieves littles
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.
mind literature lasts
literature is the last banquet between minds.
fear animal knowing
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.
thinking hands brain
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.
men competition built
I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.
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.
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.
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.