“Ireland in shades of black and green under the gibbous moon. Ireland under the canopy of grey cloud, under the crow's wing and the helicopter blade. A night ride over the Lagan valley and the bandit country of South Armagh. The music in my head was Mahler's Ninth Symphony, which opens with a hesitant syncopated motif evocative of Mahler's irregular heartbeat.”
― In the Morning I'll be Gone
― In the Morning I'll be Gone
“You're a glass-half-empty kind of guy, sir, aren't you?"
"I don't even acknowledge the existence of the glass, son.”
― Police at the Station and They Don't Look Friendly
"I don't even acknowledge the existence of the glass, son.”
― Police at the Station and They Don't Look Friendly
“God awaits us with open arms; we need only to take a step toward him like the Prodigal Son. But if, weak as we are, we don't have the strength to take that step, just the desire to take it is enough.”
― El nombre de Dios es Misericordia
― El nombre de Dios es Misericordia
“Winter only hangs on long enough for us to forget the winters that came before.”
― Ordinary Monsters
― Ordinary Monsters
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