Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

- The myths are dead. The gods are dead. The ghosts and ghouls and phantoms are dead. There is only the State, and the People.- No, Monsieur Robespierre. There is much more than that.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

My creativity, no matter how poor, is for me a far better guide than all the knowledge with which my head has been crammed. In the night of Power, its glimmer keeps the enemy forces at bay.

What are you doing to serve your customers a little more every day?

The gnarled fidelity of an old habit.

All things are dark to sorrow.

When others stood idly by, you and your families gave your all, in defence of a risen people and in pursuit of Irish freedom and unity.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.

The blues are real important. It's where most of the hard rock n' roll came from.

Bomb Disposal Is a face off with your own mortality. Don't let the fear get to you. When you give in to the fear, the Darkness Comes.

I guess every generation is doomed to fight its war...suffer the loss of the same old illusions, and learn the same old lessons on its own.