She had denied herself the pleasure of openly sharing life with the person she loved.

Belonging to another man and therefore not even a little bit to him.

In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else.

I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you.

I owed the greater apology, but at the same time I knew that was done was done, that no matter what I said now I would never be able to make it right.

No more bells ringing in the middle of the afternoon demolishing the rest of the day. No more waiting for the situation to change.

Source truth exists in greater abundance outside of the symbolic system of words.

It is the first line that gives the inspiration and then it's like riding a bull. Either you just stick with it, or you don't.

Men talk of "finding God," but no wonder it is difficult; He is hidden in that darkest hiding-place, your heart. You yourself are a part of Him.

I am hugely proud to have played for Ireland.

It was the spirit of the workers that was dangerous. The tired, gray crowds ebbing and flowing perpetually into the mills had waked and opened their mouths to sing.

The religions never wanted an art where you paint only what you see.

As the warm air blew in the car, simple snapshots of the life they'd lived together surfaced in his mind; but as always, those images led inexorably to their final day together.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?

I was always jealous of something getting more attention.

I deplore the tendency, in some institutions, to go directly toward training for a trade or profession or something and ignoring the liberal arts. It is the foundation of education.