“Music can set an atmosphere of worship which invites [the] spirit of revelation, of testimony.”

I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.

A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And by doing so he draws the reader’s eye from its usual groove into a new way of seeing things.

Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.

In Kerry, you’re said to be flamin’; in Waterford, you’re in the horrors; and in Cavan, you’ve gone baloobas, a tough one to wrap your tongue around if you ARE baloobas. In Donegal, you’re steamin’, while the afflicted in Limerick are out of their tree.

Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.