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The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.

There Is Nothing As Tentative As An Old Woman's Touch; As Loving Or As Horrible.

I'm Very Keenly Aware That There Aren't Very Many Women Writing Literary Fiction In Ireland And So That Gives Me A Sense That What I Say Matters, In Some Small Way.

If You Try To Control It Too Much, The Book Is Dead. You Have To Let It Fall Apart Quite Early On And Let It Start Doing Its Own Thing. And That Takes Nerve, Not To Panic That The Book You Were Going To Write Is Not The Book You Will Have At The End Of The Day.

When You Find Yourself Alone, Or In A Transition, You Dream More. These Are Also The Times When You Read Books.