Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.

August is a wicked month.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.