Quotes by : Colm Tóibín

His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without....

For the first time in years, he felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that he was alone here, an outsider,....

We can all have plenty of lives, but there are limits. You never can tell what they are.

But he also knew that, as much as he wanted to aid and console the soldier, he wanted to be alone in....

Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep – it can't be done abru

There will always be reservations, things one must leave out, events one can’t explain without handing....

For the first time in years, she felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that she was alone here, an....

A novelist's job is almost to be a stupid as possible, except in the cunning moment when you need to....

The idea that she would leave all of this - the rooms of the house once more familiar and warm and comforting....

There’s an immense dramatic possibility in describing that universe. The books, for me, were an enormous....