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You must never watch a leaving friend out of sight, else you'll not see them return.
... for love is just as heartbreaking as pity.
He has the look of someone whose soul got up and walked away in disgust a long time ago.
My sister said that when the tide was out you could walk all the way to America; the waves pulled back that far. So far that the starfish forgot there ever was an ocean and stiffened with dismay. So far that the seaweed wept itself dry on the rocks with nostalgia.
Words are capable of flying. They dart through windows, over fences, between bar stools and across courtyards. They travel rapidly from mouth to ear, from ear to mouth. And as they go, they pick up speed and weight and substance and gravity. Until they land with a scud, take seed and grow as fast as the unruliest of beanstalks.
Memory is like a wayward dog. Sometimes it drops the ball and sometimes it brings it, and sometimes it doesn't bring a ball at all; it brings a shoe.
Stories, particularly the bad ones, are told in their own time.
Mahoney sees that she is locked down and bolted. If she were a castle she would have wound up the drawbridge and woken the archers by now.
It is the smell of a million mould-blossomed pages, of a thousand decaying bindings, of a universe of dead words.
Once upon a time Sister Mary Margaret had answered a loud knocking at the door of the orphanage. It was very early one morning, before the city was awake. All the pigeons had their heads tucked under their wings and all the rats were curled up tight behind the dustbins. All the cars and lorries were asleep in their garages and depots, and all the trains slumbered on their tracks at Connolly Station. All the boats bobbed gently in the harbor, dreaming of the high seas, and all the bicycles slept leaning along the fences. Even the angels were asleep at the foot of the O'Connell Monument, fluttering their wings as they dreamt, quite forgetting to hold still and pretend to be statues.
An interview with Quinn is like fighting a yellow snake in a sandpit.' Desmond
