I Write About What I Know; And

There's A Part Of Me That Thinks Perhaps We Go On Existing In A Place Even After We've Left It.

I'm Of The Opinion That The Real Is Imagined And The Imagined Is Quite Real. The Real Is Imagined, In The Sense That We Shape Our Stories, So Anything That Even Happens On The News Gets Shaped In A Certain Way And Gets A Texture, And That The Imagined Can Be Real.

I Think The Northern Ireland Accent Is One Of The Most Beautiful In The World.

Sometimes We Just Walk Into Something That Is Not For Us At All. We Pretend It Is. We Think We Can Shrug It Off Like A Coat, But It's Not A Coat At All, It's More Like Another Skin. [...] All I Wanted Was To Make My Life Thrilling For A While: To Take The Oridinary Objects Of My Days And Make A Different Argument Out Of Them, No Obligations To My Past.

You Can Count The Dead, But You Can't Count The Cost. We've Got No Math For Heaven.