Everything was normal and right. There were dishes in the sink and the sound of kids playing in the street and the trains passing smutty wind. Something had settled over the kitchen. Rose kept the col...
And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.
When I hit the bitumen and get that smooth grey rumble going under me everything’s hell different. Like I’m in a fresh new world all slick and flat and easy. Even with the engine working up a howl and...
Wasted and wounded It ain’t what the moon did I got what I paid for now See you tomorrow Hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you To go Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda You’ll go waltzing Ma...
Thinks the sun shines out yer clacker.
The spent shell come out the .243 shining like a bright idea.
Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.
She wants to be something creative,' he murmured.'It's not something to want. It's something you have. It's a curse. One she doesn't have.
Shanksing across that country you stick out like a rat on a birthday cake.
I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.
And somehow, somewhere along the track, I went numb. I couldn’t say what it was & didn’t dare try. How do you explain the sense of being made to feel improper ? I withdrew into a watchful rectitude, a...
Out there houses are rare as rocking horse turds.
You can hide in someone else's rage - it blinds them
They probably don’t understand this, but it’s important for me to show them that their father is a man who dances – who saves lives and carries the wounded, yes, but who also does something completely...
The sea is one rare wild card left in the homogenous suburban life.
So we had some blues, me and Fintan. He said we were merely conducting civilised conversation. But sometimes it was like he didn’t know how close he was to getting his head stove in. Or maybe he didn’...
Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. So you hang tough. You back yourslef and only yourself.
The gun’s slinky power has a special appeal to the young, the weak, the confused and the powerless. To those overlooked or spurned, access to a firearm is the spark of agency. With a gun in your hands...
That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, up higher, more casually & with more fuck off elegance than anyone else in the world. I never understood the rules or the science of it but I...
That eye... was like a fuckin hole in the universe