When my sister Joan arrived, I asked if I could swap her for a rabbit. When I think what a marvellous friend she's been, I'm so glad my parents didn't take me at my word. Maeve Binchy arriveaskfriend Change image and share on social
I thought it must be desperate to be old. To wake up in the morning and remember that you were ancient - and so behave that way. I thought old people were full of aches and pains and horrible illnesses. Maeve Binchy achancientbehave share on social
After my hip operation, I had to cut out butter, which I loved, and salt. I no longer eat desserts with lots of cream, and I've cut right back on alcohol. Maeve Binchy alcoholbackbutter Change image and share on social
Of course I wanted children. Bright, gorgeous, loving children. I could almost see them. Maeve Binchy brightchildgorgeous Change image and share on social
All I ever wanted to do is to write stories that people will enjoy and feel at home with. Maeve Binchy enjoyfeelhome Change image and share on social
I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint - a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith. Maeve Binchy anxiousbigbossy share on social
I was lucky enough to be fairly quick at understanding what was taught, but unlucky enough not to be really interested in it, so I always got my exams but never had the scholar's love of learning for its own sake. Maeve Binchy examfairlyinterest share on social
I live in Ireland near the sea, only one mile from where I grew up - that's good, since I've known many of my neighbours for between 50-60 years. Gordon and I play chess every day, and we are both equally bad. We play chatty, over-talkative bad bridge with friends every week. Maeve Binchy badbridgechatty share on social
I have always believed that life is too short for rows and disagreements. Even if I think I'm right, I would prefer to apologize and remain friends rather than win and be an enemy. Maeve Binchy apologizebelievedisagreement Change image and share on social
In my books, there is no 'ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan' syndrome because if you look at the Hansel and Gretel syndrome, it was a mistake. It wasn't a duckling, it was a cygnet, and that's why it turned into a swan. The duckling should with any luck turn into a nice clucking duck and get on with its life. Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Maeve Binchy beautifulbookcluck share on social