Tonya Thurman

“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.”
― Adrian McKinty , In the Morning I'll be Gone

“God is a careful and attentive father, ready to welcome any person who takes a step or even expresses the desire to take a step that leads home. He is there, staring out at the horizon, expecting us, waiting for us. No human sin -- however serious -- can prevail over or limit mercy.”
― Pope Francis, The Name of God is Mercy

“You're a glass-half-empty kind of guy, sir, aren't you?"
"I don't even acknowledge the existence of the glass, son.”
― Adrian McKinty, Police at the Station and They Don't Look Friendly

“But this was Northern Ireland in 1981 which was slightly less conservative than, say, Salem in 1692”
― Adrian McKinty, The Cold Cold Ground