T.S.

“Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.”
― Kevin Barry, City of Bohane

“Let my country die for me.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the snow swirling around me like a flock of angry nuns, I stopped dead in my tracks. The time had come to take stock. Fair weather or foul, certain forces in the world were at work trying to destroy me.”
― John Fante, 1933 Was a Bad Year

“One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth.”
― Kevin Barry, City of Bohane