There is always room for at least two truths.

That's what sons do: write to their mothers about recall, tell themselves about the past until they come to realize that they are the past.

The world does not turn without moments of grace. Who cares how small.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

Increasingly I think of myself as some strange and solitary conductor, introduced to a group of very dynamic musicians who happen to be my characters, and I have no idea how they are going to play together, and I have certainly no idea how I am going to put manners on them.

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

The real beauty in life is that beauty can sometimes occur.