Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it’s definitely a Thing with Claws..

We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling..

It was as if we were at the heart of a maze. We were overwhelmed by the enormity of the tasks ahead. Mary had given us a bottle of milk and a spoonfu….

Somehow the river is louder when you cover your ears..

It's a blindness thing, faith..

When my father first took me to Ennis Library I went down among the shelves and felt company, not only the company of writers, but the readers too, b….

There are only three great puzzles in the world, the puzzle of love, the puzzle of death, and, between each of these and part of both of them, the pu….

Each family functions in their own way, by rules reinvented daily. The strangeness of each of us is somehow accommodated so that there can be such a ….

A truly extraordinary work: vivid, passionate and utterly compelling. The Sound of One Hand Clapping is raw as a wound. It opens a world that is stra….

When you’re different you’ve got two choices. You can stand out or you step back..

Some people make you feel better about living. Some people you meet and you feel this little lift in your heart, this 'Ah', because there's something….

The water is this marvellous blue. It’s so blue that once you see it you realise you’ve never seen blue before. That other thing you were calling blu….

The world is more outlandish than some people’s imaginations..

We tell stories. We tell stories to pass the time, to leave the world for a while, or go more deeply into it. We tell stories to heal the pain of liv….

All writers are waiting for replies. That’s what I’ve learned. Maybe all human beings are.