Szabó Anna

“They'd listen silenty, with grave faces: but once they'd turn to each other they'd smile cruelly. He couldn't have it both ways. He'd put himself outside and outside they'd make him stay. Neither brutality nor complaining could force a way in.”
― John McGahern, The Dark

“The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.”
― Nora Roberts, Born in Fire

“Those in power write the history, while those who suffer write the songs.”
― Frank Harte