Quotes by : Colm Tóibín

He had grown fat on solitude, he thought, and had learned to expect nothing from the day but at best....

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.

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....

None of them could help her. She had lost all of them. They would not find out about this; she would....