We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love. Edna O'Brien More Quotes by Edna O'Brien More Quotes From Edna O'Brien 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. Edna O'Brien real dream morning Oh, God, who does not exist, you hate women, otherwise you'd have made them different. And Jesus, who snubbed your mother, you hate them more. Edna O'Brien hate mother jesus She was an auxiliary nurse but training to be a true nurse because that was her calling, to serve mankind. She was a Martha. There were Marys and Marthas, but Marys got all the limelight because of being Christ's handmaiden, but Marthas were far more sincere. Edna O'Brien training calling nurse August is a wicked month. Edna O'Brien wicked months august There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games. Edna O'Brien real games people In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things. Edna O'Brien inadequate moments shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love. Edna O'Brien inebriation shadow-of-love shadow Kindness. The most unkind thing of all. Edna O'Brien unkind all-kinds kindness jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal. Edna O'Brien betrayal jealousy self I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women. Edna O'Brien competition trust men Life, after all, was a secret with the self. The more one gave out, the less there remained for the center--that center which she coveted for herself and recognized instantly in others. Fruits had it, the very heart of, say, a cherry, where the true worth and flavor lay. Some of course were flawed or hollow in there. Many, in fact. Edna O'Brien self secret heart Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul. Edna O'Brien bedtime soul mind ... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey? Edna O'Brien voice knows You have to be lonely to be a writer Edna O'Brien lonely Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up. Edna O'Brien ponies horse mushrooms Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye. Edna O'Brien money-talks goodbye There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps. Edna O'Brien home men book 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. Edna O'Brien brain hands thinking
