A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.


— Sara Sheridan

A flock of small birds took off from the wall of the fort. They moved like a length of dark silk caught by the breeze as they headed out to sea. Behind them, the sky was the color of forget-me-not. The sun blazed.

— Sara Sheridan

Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.

— Sara Sheridan

A journey is an achievement, Maria, just as much as a mathematical proof.

— Sara Sheridan

All those kisses. There must have been a thousand. They engulfed me like some kind of all consuming dream where I became very alive and very relaxed at the same time.

— Sara Sheridan

An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.

— Sara Sheridan

An eerie atmosphere leeched from the soot-damaged walls. It was as if the house had died, and yet she felt she belonged here. It was as if the old place wanted to claim her from the grave.

— Sara Sheridan

An important part of deciding where we want to go, as a society and culture, is knowing where we have come from, and indeed, how far we have come.

— Sara Sheridan

A paucity of material can open up just as many possibilities.

— Sara Sheridan

Archive material is a fabulous starting point - individual documents are like signposted roads, heading to a variety of intriguing possibilities.

— Sara Sheridan