Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.