About Elizabeth Bowen: Elizabeth Bowen was an Anglo-Irish novelist and short story writer.
I swear that each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant - impossible socially, but full-scale - and that it's the knockings and baterrings we sometimes hear in each other that keeps our intercourse from utter banaility.
Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.
Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude. She had never landed at Cork, so this hill and that hill beyond were as unexpected as pictures at which yo...
Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.
That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
