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
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.
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.
disease family
A disease in the family that is never mentioned.
delight irish reception telling whatever
The Irish delight in stories, of whatever kind, because their telling and their reception are by now instinctive.
life matter pieces
Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person's life.
running people running-away
People run away to be alone,' he said. Some people had to be alone.
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.
distance writing thinking
As a writer one doesn’t belong anywhere. Fiction writers, I think, are even more outside the pale, necessarily on the edge of society. Because society and people are our meat, one really doesn’t belong in the midst of society. The great challenge in writing is always to find the universal in the local, the parochial. And to do that, one needs distance.
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.
writing people inarticulate
People like me write because otherwise we are pretty inarticulate. Our articulation is our writing.
may fiction aspect
My fiction may, now and again, illuminate aspects of the human condition, but I do not consciously set out to do so: I am a storyteller.
character knowing people
By the end, you should be inside your character, actually operating from within somebody else, and knowing him pretty well, as that person knows himself or herself. You're sort of a predator, an invader of people.
writing
I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.
memories ifs
Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it.