It would be an understatement to assert that the Irish gods were not the friendliest of figures. Actually there are few idols that we have retrieved from barrow or bog what would not give a child nightmares and an adult the willies. THOMAS CAHILL, How the Irish Saved Civilization

RT @ThomasCosentin6: @mauramullarkey @LoneStarMick I need to go back

RT @mauramullarkey: The blue hills of Clare #WildAtlanticway #BlueHour #Galway #PhotosontheRun February 11 2024🕊️

The girl served her cold griddle cakes. Cooked—Lib deduced from the faint crunch—directly from the embers. Did the Irish hate food? EMMA DONOGHUE, The Wonder

@MJCollinsMD I found it a little light on humor without a sufficiently interesting narrative to overcome that. I gather that it's not considered one of his best.

Parents know not what they do When they coax those first words Out of you, start a trickle Of saying that will not cease. JOHN O'DONOHUE, 'First Words' (excerpt), Conamara Blues

Undaunted, sitting astride his horse, The coast-guard answered, "Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done." SEAMUS HEANEY, Beowulf, 286-9

Perhaps underlining is a way of holding on to what might otherwise be forgettable. No one remembers everything. Remembering is editing. If it weren't, life would be unbearable. JOSEPH O'CONNOR, The Ghosts of Rome #SundaySentence(s)

His hands rest on the spill of his gut as he studies them. Such hanew are too big, perhaps, and he has often thought this. A forearm for a wrist. A thigh for an arm. Shoulders for a neck. But what else do you expect for a fisherman? PAUL MURRAY, Beyond the Sea

'I do like this place,' she said. He knew she was actually trying to say, 'I do not understand this place.' JAN CARSON, 'Quickly, While They Still Have Horses' (Title story)

RT @loquacious334: Gorgeous evening....

I would forget him a little each day and of course, in forgetting him, kill that part of myself that for all its pain is the most sacred. EDNA O'BRIEN, The High Road

Only in English class when the teacher recites Wordsworth or John Donne does she briefly forget where she is, carried by sound and image of faraway villages and rivers, and cathedrals rising to meet the heavens. MARY COSTELLO, Academy Street

RT @JacquiWine: ‘Talking of school. I rang them up, so I did, and said you’d go in and talk to them.’ ‘Why? About what?’ ‘Och, sure, what d…

@MemphisExpat Me, too, but not all in a row!😀

@MemphisExpat Terrific writer, gave up acting to pursue it.

Sometimes when a train approaches you get an impulse to jump. Everyone experiences this, you will too, it's nothing to worry about, just your imagination flexing itself, exploring the potential extremities of life... CLAIRE KILROY, Soldier Sailor

Almost ready to go on this one!