Whatever you say, say nothing.

Part of the beauty of fiction is that we come alive in a body that we don't own.

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

We shape ourselves by our imaginative reach.

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

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

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.