Everyone Is Doing Forensics.

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

I'm Very, Very Sensitive To Pain And To People Who Suffer.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

You Can't Cure A Chipped Plate. All You Can Do Is Live With It Or Throw It Out.

To Almost Die Is To Know That One Day You Will, And To Never Again Feel The Same About Anything.