The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.
In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.
There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.
I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.
Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?
At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.