Dublin, Written In Our Hearts Quotes

“I turned to my dad, to the softness of his jaw, the soil of his eyes. How many times does it take before you can look through it? I wonder. How many times, until it's all missed? I don't want to know; I fear I'll find out regardless.

I let myself remember I love him ferociously.

Réré Ukponu, “Famine Days” {short story}”
― Declan Meade, Dublin, Written In Our Hearts: An Anthology Celebrating 20 Years of One Dublin One Book

“It [the Dublin Writers’ Museum] attempts to compress centuries of literary achievement into an easily digestible narrative that can be read off the walls and listened to on the headset that comes with the admission ticket. There is a library, but it consists of locked bookcases, so that what is really on display is the idea of a library, a virtual representation of reading.

Peter Sirr, “Noises Off: Dublin’s Contested Monuments” {essay extract}”
― Declan Meade, Dublin, Written In Our Hearts: An Anthology Celebrating 20 Years of One Dublin One Book

“Dublin, of course-we all know this-does not exist. A synecdoche of an ever-changing collection of streets and neighborhoods, histories and legends, literature and politics, hilarity and gossip, gathered by the sulking river Liffey as it stumbles to the gentle bay. That cannot be abstracted. There is no more a Dublin than there is a colour blue.

Keith Ridgway, “Undublining” {essay}”
― Declan Meade, Dublin, Written In Our Hearts: An Anthology Celebrating 20 Years of One Dublin One Book