I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.
I'd rather be a freak than a clone.
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.
Nat Parson says it's the devil's mark." "Nat Parson's a gobshite." Maddy was torn between a natural feeling of sacrilege and a deep admiration of anyone who dared call a parson 'gobshite.