One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

Life's generally artless ... but it does get these occasional hard-ons for plot. It connects things, nefariously, behind your back, and before you know it you're in the final act of a lousy movie.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

There is no God and that's His only commandment.

With adolescent egotism and a lot of money one can pretty much rule the world.

You think God will never forgive you, but the only God is beauty and beauty always forgives. It forgives with its infinite indifference.

We have to be extremely careful in the manner which we live life.

I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.

No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

I have to be cautious, have my thyroid levels checked, and as long as I do that, I'm fine.

Spite is our unjust reaction to the exposure of our incapability's.

I may be Irish, but I'm not stupid.

I consider myself conscious of how we're treated, and sometimes I can be a feminist.

We like to invent new disciplines or look at new problems, and invent bandwagons rather than jump on them.

Propaganda is necessary only for the sake of money!