A biography for Patrick McGrathhasn’t been written yet.
“Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.”
“Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.”
“Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.”
“I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted, then simply sink into the snow and fall asleep. Then the wolves could have me.To want to die in the forest and be eaten by wolves: another marker of incipient madness.”
“Strange how reluctant I was to acknowledge that control of my fate lay beyond my own conscious will. Habit of a lifetime, I suppose.”
“We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem.”
“A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.”
“Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps should never be articulated.”