Let it be. Silly song, really. You let it be, it returns. There's the truth. You let it be, it drags you to the ground. You let it be, it crawls up your walls.
Colum McCannIt 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.
Colum McCannHe 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.
Colum McCannYet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.
Colum McCann