This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.

Whatever you say, say nothing.

I have the most charmed, most - I feel entirely blessed and lucky that I have the life that I have.

The Irish are great for their tunes, but all their lovesongs are sad and their warsongs happy.

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday... He consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.