I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork. Edna O'Brien More Quotes by Edna O'Brien More Quotes From Edna O'Brien 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. Edna O'Brien thieves writing littles Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons. Edna O'Brien demon form people Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been. Edna O'Brien vastness kissing cities literature is the last banquet between minds. Edna O'Brien lasts literature mind Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment. Edna O'Brien punishment stones religion Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic. Edna O'Brien disturbed writing mean When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season. Edna O'Brien falling-in-love differences spring Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world. Edna O'Brien responsibility running world That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open. Edna O'Brien cutting heart writing I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant. Edna O'Brien awful done love-is Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be. Edna O'Brien grew creatures It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it. Edna O'Brien madness faces firsts Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment. Edna O'Brien light darkness doe Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth. Edna O'Brien birth death way Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost. Edna O'Brien evening talking two I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles. Edna O'Brien cutting kind people I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time. Edna O'Brien tense forks tuning If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin Edna O'Brien teeth holy sin What matters is the imaginative truth. Edna O'Brien imaginative what-matters matter When something has been perfect, there is a tendency to try hard to repeat it. Edna O'Brien tendencies perfection trying
