William Trevor

William Trevor
William Trevor, KBE, is an Irish novelist, playwright and short story writer. One of the elder statesmen of the Irish literary world, he is widely regarded as one of the greatest contemporary writers of short stories in the English language...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth24 May 1928
CountryIreland
delight irish reception telling whatever
The Irish delight in stories, of whatever kind, because their telling and their reception are by now instinctive.
began believe matter memories ralph summer time turned
And when she was old, if she began to believe that Ralph had been a figment, and this summer too, it would not matter because time turned memories into figments anyway.
disease family
A disease in the family that is never mentioned.
writing people needs
I get melancholy if I don't [write]. I need the company of people who don't exist.
writing
I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.
beautiful summer rocks
As the surface of the seashore rocks were pitted by by the waves and gathered limpets that further disguised what lay beneath, so time made truth of what appeared to be. The days that passed, in becoming weeks, still did not disturb the surface an assumption had created. The weather of a beautiful summer continued with neither sign nor hint that credence had been misplaced. The single sandal found among the rocks became a sodden image of death; and as the keening on the pier at Kilauran traditionally marked distres brought by the sea, so did silence at Lahardane.
writing people inarticulate
People like me write because otherwise we are pretty inarticulate. Our articulation is our writing.
pain elements fiction
There is an element of autobiography in all fiction in that pain or distress, or pleasure, is based on the author's own. But in my case that is as far as it goes.
artist tools outsiders
The same applies to any artist; we are the tools and instruments of our talent. We are outsiders; we have no place in society because society is what we’re watching, and dealing with.
running people running-away
People run away to be alone,' he said. Some people had to be alone.