The World Is A Sea In Which

There Are Certain People Who Seem Doomed To Buy Certain Houses. The House Expects Them. It Waits For Them.

What Captivity Has Been To The Jews, Exile Has Been To The Irish. For Us, The Romance Of Our Native Land Begins Only After We Have Left Home; It Is Really Only With Other People That We Become Irishmen.

Murderers Will Try To Recall The Sequence Of Events, They Will Remember Exactly What They Did Just Before And Just After. But They Can Never Remember The Actual Moment Of Killing. This Is Why They Will Always Leave A Clue.

Bigotry Does Not Consort Easily With Free Trade.

I Believe That The Gods Themselves Are Frightened Of The World Which They Have Fashioned.