I Don't Listen To Music

The Wind Always Brings Us Back To The Same Wall

The Great Thing About Books Is That You Can End With A Question Mark.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.

Nat Parson Says It's The Devil's Mark." "nat Parson's A Gobshite." Maddy Was Torn Between A Natural Feeling Of Sacrilege And A Deep Admiration Of Anyone Who Dared Call A Parson 'gobshite.

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.