Sean Óg ó Hailpín.... his father's from Fermanagh, his mother's from Fiji, neither a hurling stronghold.

No known roof is as beautiful as the skies above.

Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

We all die. We don't have to live our lives fearing it.

She rides as a man, goes unveiled as a man, fights as a man. Let her prove herself worthy as a man, worthy of her weapons and of our friendship.

The Scientist - with capital letters and no smile.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

To persevere in one's duty and be silent is the best answer to calumny.

Many people would rather be certain of their worries and fears, than risk the uncertainty of hope and optimism.

It would help the poor people who need jobs. Minimum wage is a mandate. We're against mandates so why should we have it? It would be very beneficial.

This mournful truth is everywhere confessed, slow rises worth by poverty depressed.

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?