He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

Good days, they come around the oddest corners.

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

No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.

Life must pass through difficulty in order to achieve any modicum of beauty.

Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.