Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.

Have you ever hoped for something? And held out for it against all the odds? Until everything you did was ridiculous?

It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.

Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed for craving gold!

If there is a distinctive Irish experience, it is one of division, exacerbated by the fact that division in a country so small seems perverse. But the scale doesn't matter.

The best things arrive on time.

The state operates in a legal vacuum. There exists no contract between the state and its citizens.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Without a need to constantly remain attached to ideas and beliefs, the clarity of your formless form recognizes the truth of itself - with nothing to confirm or ever deny.

Poisinet's verses are like spoiled children - loved only by their father.

My brethren, when God first began to love you, He gave you all that He ever meant to give you in the lump, and eternity of time is that in which He is retailing of it out.

The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.