Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.

Dogs are very different from cats in that they can be images of human virtue. They are like us.

confession ran in the family.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!

There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.