The thing itself, the first thing, will never do us alone, we must be elaborating, improving, poeticising. - Sebastian Barry
It was an earthquake, tearing at the sons of America, trying to swallow them up. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful sons, that women had reared, had kissed and screamed at, and that fathers had stared intently in their cots, to see themselves in the wondrous mirrors of their babies. - Sebastian Barry
Four men killed that day. The phrase sat up in Willie's head like a rat and made a nest for itself there - Sebastian Barry
I miss her face, its beauty, and its beauty lost. - Sebastian Barry