148 Quotes by Anne Enright

And dusk fell because it suited his skin.

We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.

He had beautiful manners. Which, if you ask me, was mostly a question of saying nothing, to anyone, ever.

Here we go again. Always a few drinks, but sometimes even sober, we play the unhappiness game; endlessly round and round. Ding dong. Tighter and tighter. On and on. Push me pull you. Come here and i'll tell you how much i hate you. Hang on a minute while i leave you. All the while we know we are missing the point, whatever the point used to be.

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.

Has the rain a father...What womb brings forth the ice?- Job: 38

Rosaleen was a nuisance. Her children thought she was a nuisance because it was true. She was. A Nuisance.Rosalene was a nightmare. She was very difficult. She was incrasingly difficult. She made her children cry.

I must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.

I'm quite interested in the absolute roots of narrative, why we tell stories at all: where the monsters come from.