“Out here, it was as if the world had backed off from them for a spell. They believed in fatedness and and meant-to-be's. They believed in the dark star that was theirs to steer by.” Fate Book:Night Boat to Tangier Source: Night Boat to Tangier
“One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth.” TastePerceptionSmellFlavorExoticOdorSensuousHallucinationSavorExotic Sensory ExperienceSensory World Book:City of Bohane Source: City of Bohane
“... the morning was starkly lit under a migraine - white and vast opening sky.” Migraines Book:The Heart in Winter Source: The Heart in Winter
“Κατέβαιναν στα ορυχεία και τα ορυχεία ήταν μια κόλαση επί της γης, και συνεπώς η αντίστροφη απόδειξη της ύπαρξης του Θεού.” MinesExistence Of God Book:The Heart in Winter Source: The Heart in Winter
“Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover. But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you.” ThinkingLongPassionFortyLastingExhaustionHangoverLong Lasting Author:Kevin Barry
“And the view was suddenly clear to me. The world opened out to its grim beyonds and I realized that, at forty, one must learn the rigors of acceptance. Capitalize it: Acceptance. I needed to accept what was put before me--be it a watery grave in Ireland's only natural fjord, or a return to the city and its grayer intensities, or a wordless exile in some steaming Cambodian swamp hole, or poems or no poems, or children or not, lovers or not, illness or otherwise, success or its absence. I would accept all that was put in my way, from here on through until I breathed my last.” WorldWayChildrenLastsNaturalViewsCitiesAcceptingClearAcceptanceReturnNeededLoversIllnessAbsenceI RealizedGravesHolesMy WayFortyIntensityIrelandExileGrimSwampsRigorFjords Author:Kevin Barry
“Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.” LongMightPathTwistsTrickySpiralsRaindropsLong LoveWindowpane Author:Kevin Barry
“It is nothing, to give one’s life for Ireland. I’m not the first and maybe I won’t be the last. What’s my life compared with the cause?” GivingFirstsLastsCausesIreland Author:Kevin Barry
“In the early nineties, I was a cub reporter on a city newspaper in Limerick, and assigned to the courthouse there. One day, an old detective sergeant came and whispered to me in the press pit. He pointed out a young offender, a teenager who was up for stealing a car or something relatively minor, and said, 'See this kid? He'll kill.'” SaidKidsYoungCitiesCarOne DayPressesNewspapersStealingTeenagerMinorsReportersPitsDetectivesOffendersCubsSergeantsLimerickCourthouses Author:Kevin Barry