Brian Moore


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Brian Moore (25 August 1921 – 11 January 1999) was a novelist and screenwriter from Northern Ireland who emigrated to Canada and later lived in the United States. He was acclaimed for the descriptions in his novels of life in Northern Ireland after the Second World War, in particular his explorations of the inter-communal divisions of The Troubles. He was awarded the James Tait Black Memorial ... more »

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  • ''Research is usually a policeman stopping a novel from progressing.''
    Brian Moore (b. 1921), Irish novelist. Sunday Times (London, April 15, 1990).
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  • ''The world's made up of individuals who don't want to be heroes.''
    Brian Moore (b. 1921), Irish novelist. Sunday Times (London, April 15, 1990).
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  • ''There comes a point in many people's lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens, we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play.''
    Brian Moore (b. 1921), Irish novelist. Sunday Times (London, April 15, 1990). "What I write about," Moore added, "is the mess that follows."
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  • ''The silent majority distrusts people who believe in causes.''
    Brian Moore (b. 1921), Irish novelist. Sunday Times (London, April 15, 1990).
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The Desert

I wander through the Sahara Desert
with a dark cloud following me around,
I feel as if someone is watching me- -
A dark, black feeling all around me,
as if my shadow has blood shot eyes,
with a burning fire in them.
When it rains, it pours
developing this rage and disease.
I am poisoned with lead throughout my body
affecting every ounce of blood within me,
everything except my heart that is,
due to the fact that it's pure- -
it might be broken at times, but pure
and that's what keeps me going.
I have the potential to cross the other side
since ...

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