Everything was fabulous, even our breakdowns.

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

Part of me really wants to believe that hope is entirely available to all of us. We don't have to embrace it. It would be sentimental and silly to say that we all need it, but it is absolutely available to all of us.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

There is always room for at least two truths.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.