“When boys called Bob and Bono would bring their own wild-rhythm celebration and the world would fall down in worshipful hallelujahs as it again acknowledged Ireland's capacity to create missionarie...”

“The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.”

“I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one l...”

“Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.”

“She's always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They're like personal friends to her.”

“Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.”

“Memories of lost love they do enpain,Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain.Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with hera dream divi...”

“As she left the cold arena Angel had to laugh,Beaten by that of a wisp girl and her subliming cunning craft.Jove lay silent in his orbit; brooding, deep, dreamless forweep,And faithful dog Sirius r...”

“The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.”

“World is suddener than we fancy it.”

“Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place.”

“There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.”

“What is it about the sea? Is it because its there?”

“There is a profound ethic to architecture which is different from the other arts.”