Anne Enright

People do not change, they are merely revealed.

I have no place left to live but in my own heart.

We do not always like the people we love--we do not always have that choice.

There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

I am interested in silences.

I do not think we remember our family in any real sense. We live in them instead.

Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.