"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."
"Daddy grew up in the West - he always knew the right thing to do. He had beautiful manners. Which, if you ask me, was mostly a question of saying nothing, to anyone, ever. 'Hello, are you well', 'Goodbye now, take care', the whole human business had to be ritualised. 'I'm sorry for your trouble, 'Put that money away now', 'That's a lovely bit of ham', 'It is your noble call'. It bored me to tears, actually: all that control. The dignity of the man somewhat undermined by his crazed rate of reproduction."
Read Anne Enright. She'll do you in to some place so shabby and curious.