Quotes from Joseph O'Connor

Dublin was turning into Disneyland with super-pubs, a Purgatory open till five in the morning.

Politics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.

(The short story) is a form that has all the power of the novel - some would say more - but none of the self-importance.

Beliefs: Those things we hold to be true despite evidence to the contrary.

painful difficulty about happiness is that we so rarely notice its arrival.

We still tell each other that we are lucky to be alive, when our being alive has almost nothing to do with luck, but with geography, pigmentation, and international exchange rates.

Does the body remember? When the mind has forgotten?…And if dreams unmask our longings, as the wise have claimed since the Greeks, why is it that the dead are so often silent when we dream them? Don't we want them to speak? What would they say?

las historias entretienen, transmiten conocimientos, expresan verdades, señalan posibilidades y potencialidades más allá de las formas normales de actuar

Green eyes like his mother's. Like beautiful marble. You could catch the fever from somebody's eyes.

Lai saule izkalt? dzi?dzi??s j?ras, Lai izz?d debesu bezgal?ba, Lai zeme p?rst?j griezties, bet es, mans m??ais, Joproj?m b?šu tev uztic?ga.

Ja tu patieš?m grib?tu pamest savu nepaciet?go meiteni, ja m?su mazais m?las st?sts j?noglab? k?d? kambar?t?, ko atcer?sies tikai dažreiz, es tom?r v?l?šos to kambar?ti un došos turp reizi pa reizei gluži k? uz istabi?u k?d? vec? viesn?c? j?ras krast?, kur divi gr?cinieki dar?ja to, ko nedr?kst?ja.

Dzirdu kaiju klaigas. Skaista ska?a. N?c man l?dzi uz klinti, v?rosim t?s k?du stundu. Nerun?sim neko. Lai j?ra run? m?su viet?.

A bloodstained, scarlet sky, streaked with finger-smears of black and handfuls of hard-flung gold. Then a watery dawn rises out of the marshlands, pale blues and greys and muddied-down greens, like daybreak in a virgin's watercolour.

A painful difficulty about happiness is that we so rarely notice its arrival.

The belief that wickedness is the province of monsters, not men, is consoling to those who are young. [Bram Stoker]

You write for the winds, uncorrupted by hope and untouched by hope's sibling, despair. [Bram Stoker, to Walt Whitman]

All the evil in the world, it comes from shattered love. [Ellen Terry, to Bram Stoker]

when God made time He made a ruddy great lot of it, and, when He made people, His artistry was not limited to This Sort and None Other, that Love is not a matter of who puts what where but of wanting only goodness and respectful kindliness for the loved one. There is no sort of love that can never find its home. Life has its cruelties but it is not as cruel as that. [Bram Stoker]

Vi?i gausi so?o pa Breju, tad atpaka? uz Lohlinstaunu vai Šenkilu, k?jodami pa nez?l?m aizauguš?m, nel?dzen?m tak?m, pa pe???m kl?tiem, šauriem meža ce?iem k? skolaspuika ar savu sirds???ti, kas norun?juši randi?u klus? vieti??, jo tr?kst naudas, lai liet? aizietu kur citur.

It is important to remain afloat, eyes on the horizon, always. The past is a drowning madman; throw him a rope, he'll pull you in. [Bram Stoker]

Mieg? groz?ties vi?am blakus. Zin?t, ka vi?š ir tepat. V?rieša siltais arom?ts, vi?a elpas ritms, m?ness, kura gaism? ozola zari met ?nas.

Boredom is a bit of a bore, to say the least.

Love and freedom are such hideous words. So many cruelties have been done in their name.

It is not a matter of ends justifying means: but of the creation of new means and new ends.