The terror and hurt in my story happened because when I was young I thought others were the authors of my fortune or misfortune; I did not know that a person could hold up a wall made of imaginary bricks and mortar against the horrors and cruel, dark tricks of time that assail us, and be the author therefore of themselves.
Sebastian BarryTo be alone, but to be pierced through with a kingly joy, now and then, as I believe I am, is a great possession indeed.
Sebastian BarryI wanted to listen to him, but I did not want to answer now. That strange responsibility we feel towards others when they speak, to offer them the solace of any answer. Poor humans! And anyway he had not asked a question. He was merely floating there in the room, insubstantial, a living man in the midst of life, dying imperceptibly on his feet, like all of us.
Sebastian BarryMots clés silence death conversation
...we are never old to ourselves. That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.
Sebastian BarryI hate writing, I hate pens and paper and all that fussiness. I have done well enough without it too, I think. Oh, I am lying to myself. I have feared writing. But books have saved me sometimes, that is the truth - my Samaritans.
Sebastian BarryTears have a better character cried alone. Pity can sometimes be more wolf than dog.
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