Fiona Carty

“Of late, he was inclined to imagine another life, elsewhere, and wondered if this was not something in his blood; might his own father not have been one of those who had upped, suddenly, and taken the boat for England? It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.”
― Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These

“He was great to preserve wildlife, but when nobody would bother him to go into the place, the place filled up with rabbits.”
― Eddie Lenihan, Meeting the Other Crowd: The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland

“The Mass, that day, felt long. Furlong didn’t join in so much as listen, distractedly, while watching the morning light falling through the stained-glass windows. During the sermon, his gaze followed the Stations of the Cross: Jesus taking up his cross and falling, meeting his mother, the women of Jerusalem, falling twice more before being stripped of his garments, being nailed to the cross and dying, being laid in the tomb. When the consecration was over and it came time to go up and receive Communion, Furlong stayed contrarily where he was, with his back against the wall.”
― Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These

“The state should seize all the hotels in Dublin and turn them into social housing.” “Ah now, Ava.” “And there should be a one hundred percent inheritance tax. And universal basic income.” “Ah now.”
― Naoise Dolan, Exciting Times