I think the Northern Ireland accent is one of the most beautiful in the world.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected.

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

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.