Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving a bit behind wherever she went, never to be whole again.

Time limits tend to turn everything predictable and mundane into a novelty.

She supposed this was the real definition of a mother – a woman who willingly allows her heart to break over and over again for her children.

The benefit of carrying the entire world on your shoulders was that you didn’t have to stare it in the face.

Are guilt and regret not messages from inside of us, letting us know that our moral compasses have been recalibrated and are pointing in the right direction?

Such was the cyclical nature of Galway life: finding tragedy in the simple things and simplicity in the tragic things.

Anand finished up his cola cube transaction. I stepped up and slammed three pound coins on the counter like an oppressed inner-city youth born with the skills of rhythm and rhyme.

We all fight for money, some for power, but most of all for love. But me, I fight to become a champion.

When he is cheerful--when the sun shines into his mind--then I venture to peep in, just as far as the light reaches, but no further. It is holy ground where the shadow falls!

'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight.

Some people say Bowie is all surface style and second-hand ideas, but that sounds like a definition of pop to me.

Anyway I feel myself a bit on the edge on the art world, but I don't mind, I'm just pursuing my work in a very excited way. And there isn't really a mainstream anymore, is there?

My responsibility is to try to tell true stories. To me a true story is always hopeful, but never simply, uncomplicatedly happy.

Using one style would be very boring to me. I love to play with all kind of images and combinations because it makes the results a lot more interesting and entertaining.

People sometimes ask me , what religion are you ? i always answer by saying, ''i am a little part of all religions and and a big part of no religion

If God exists, He is there, in the small, cast-off pieces, rough and random and no two alike.