I find myself consistently drawn to writing about intimacy and the way we construct one another.
Sally RooneyRead
It really felt like my generation was deprived of a future that we believed was ours. I don't mean some hugely privileged future where we all have gigantic houses. I mean having a job.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a sense of loss regarding the future prospects of a generation.
Sally Rooney's quote captures the disillusionment felt by many in her generation, who have grown up with the belief that they would have access to stable jobs and a secure future. Instead, they are confronted with economic realities that limit opportunities and create a sense of deprivation, not in terms of luxury but in the fundamental aspects of adulthood like employment and stability.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech at a graduation ceremony to illustrate the challenges facing new graduates.
I find myself consistently drawn to writing about intimacy and the way we construct one another.
When I read interviews with people like Kevin Barry or Colin Barrett, who I hugely admire, they don't really seem to come up against the question of likeability even though their characters, in some instances, are really horrible.
Class is something that I think seriously about and try to organise my politics around. I think there are lots of novels that don't really engage with questions of class at all, and they get less conversation about issues of social privilege than I do. But it's better to try and talk about it and maybe fail.
I gave myself the small task of writing honestly about the kind of life I knew. I believe there is some value in carrying out that task, however limited.
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.
Tears are a river that takes you somewhere…Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver to someplace better.
It was like Percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. What mattered was listening. You didn’t need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on—moving forward.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in one's birthplace.
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