Tonya Thurman

“Crime fiction, especially noir and hardboiled, is the literature of the proletariat.”
― Adrian McKinty

“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

“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

“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.”
― Andrea Tornielli, El nombre de Dios es Misericordia