You stopped looking for the truth...I'd guess that's a sin we've all been guilty of.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

I was a sinner. I knew that without a doubt. But I was not alone. And the night was the accomplice of us all.

We turn, three men bound by love, by history, by circumstance, and most certainly by the awful grace of God, and together walk a narrow lane where headstones press close all around, reminding me gently of Warren Redstone’s parting wisdom, which I understand now. The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

I used to ask for an easy life, now I ask to be strong.

Fishing, Danny boy, is purely a state of mind. Some men, when they are fishing, are after fish. Me, I'm after things you could never set a barbed hook in.

What life gives us, good or bad, we seldom deserve.