Exiles quotes

Again shyly. It is hard to know anyone but oneself.

Hard to know me? I sent you from Rome the chapters of my book as I wrote them; and letters for nine long years. Well, eight years.

Yes, it was nearly a year before your first letter came.

Grimly. So can I.

The asthmatic voice of protestantism.

Did you not enjoy yourself down there, Miss Justice?

I shall smoke a cigarette.

Thirtyseven copies have now been sold in Dublin.

He takes a cigarette from the box on the table, and lights it.

Rises. Excuse me for forgetting. Will you have some whisky?

All things come to those who wait.

Richard goes to the sideboard and brings a small tray with the decanter and glasses to the table where he sets it down.

Archly.

I have come up from a lower world and I am filled with astonishment when I find that people have any redeeming virtue at all.

Sits up suddenly and leans his elbows on the table. You are my friend, then?

Lights and offers him a match. There is a faith still stranger than the faith of the disciple in his master.

The faith of a master in the disciple who will betray him.

The church lost a theologian in you, Richard. But I think you look too deeply into life. He rises, pressing Richard’s arm slightly. Be gay. Life is not worth it.

The church lost a theologian in you, Richard. But I think you look too deeply into life. He rises, pressing Richard’s arm slightly.

Be gay. Life is not worth it.

Without rising. Are you going?

Brigid crosses the room and goes out through the folding doors. Bertha folds the slip into the waist of her dress and goes slowly towards the right. Near the door she turns and halts.

Tell me not to go and I will not.

Without looking at her. Decide yourself.

Still more warmly. I am sure that no law made by man is sacred before the impulse of passion. Almost fiercely. Who made us for one only? It is a crime against our own being if we are so. There is no law before impulse.

Laws are for slaves.

Bertha, say my name! Let me hear your voice say it. Softly!