As writers and readers, as sinners and citizens, our realism and our aesthetic sense make us wary of crediting the positive note.

I always believed that whatever had to be written would somehow get itself written.

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.

There is risk and truth to yourselves and the world before you.

At home in Ireland, there's a habit of avoidance, an ironical attitude towards the authority figure.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

Anything Can Happen, on the other hand, is not only about the atrociousness of the September 11 attack, it is also a premonition of the deadly retaliation that was bound to come.