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By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

The mailman carried around huge bags of gloom.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Colum Mccann

Nothing was simple, certainly not simplification.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

A brand-new thought: Transatlantic airmail. She tests the phrase, scratching it out on the paper, over and over, transatlantic, trans atlas, trans antic. The distance finally broken.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water--it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream. I was on the bottom bunk again, listening to his slumber verses. The flap of our childhood letter box opened. Opening the door to the spray of sea.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

Stories are there to be told, and each story changes with the telling. Time changes them. Logic changes them. Grammar changes them. History changes them. Each story is shifted side-ways by each day that unfolds. Nothing ends. The only thing that matters, as Faulkner once put it, is the human heart in conflict with itself. At the heart of all this is the possibility, or desire, to create a piece of art that talks to the human instinct for recovery and joy.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

She expected no judgement and wanted no pity.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Colum Mccann

Literature can stop my heart and execute me for a moment, allow me to become someone else.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what really was, what it meant.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

It is not fashionable anymore, I suppose, to have a regard for one's mother in the way my brother and I had then, in the mid-1950s, when the noise outside the window was mostly wind and sea chime.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

I love short stories. They're like small imploding universes. They are very tightly bound and controlled. I'd been wanting to write one for ages but just got tangled up in novels. The novel is the same in the sense that it is also a universe, but it explodes outwards with all that shrapnel going in several different directions. I don't see too much difference in the forms except for the fact that writing short stories is like sprinting rather than long-distance running.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

The quiet lines matter as much as the noisy ones.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was non ov those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

A lot of people think that writers are much cleverer than they actually are. No, they're not. But they're emotionally clever, and they go into a character, and they feel something that they weren't entirely aware of beforehand.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

She lasted three months, then passed on a September day when everything seemed split open with sunlight.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you to burn the flag, wave it. If they ask you to murder, re-create. Theorem, anti-theorem, corollary, anti-corollary. Underline it twice. It’s all there in the numbers. Listen to your mother. Listen to me, Joshua. Look me in the eyes. I have something to tell you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

I think a good novel can be a doorstop to despair. I also think the real bravery comes with those who prepared to go through that door and look at the world in all its grime and torment, and still find something of value, no matter how small.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

There are fewer and fewer Jews in Ireland, but we still have one of the most famous Jewish characters in literary history, of course, in Leopold Bloom.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

Our father came to sleep in our house that night. He carried a small suitcase with a black mourning suit and a pair of polished shoes. Corrigan stopped him as he made his way up the stairs. 'Where d'you think you're going?'Our father gripped the bannister. His hands were liverspotted and I could see him trembling in his pause. 'That's not your room,' sad Corrigan. Our father tottered on the stairs. He took another step up. 'Don't,' said my brother. His voice was clear, full, confidant. Our father stood stunned. He climbed one more step and then turned, descended, looked around, lost. 'My own sons,' he said. We made a bed for him on a sofa in the living room, but even then Corrigan refused to stay under the same roof; he went walking in the direction of the city center and I wondered what alley he might be found in later that night, what fist he might walk into, whose bottle he might climb down inside.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

Increasingly I think of myself as some strange and solitary conductor, introduced to a group of very dynamic musicians who happen to be my characters, and I have no idea how they are going to play together, and I have certainly no idea how I am going to put manners on them.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

—What is it about wine, Harry? —What d'ya mean? —What is it that cures us? —Made to glorify the gods. And dull the idiots.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

I think it is our job, as writers, to be epic. Epic and tiny at the same time. If you're going to be a fiction writer, why not take on something that means something. In doing this, you must understand that within that epic structure it is the tiny story that is possibly more important.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface. There is, I think, a fear of love. There is a fear of love.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

If you sort of see yourself writing into a space that you don't always recognize, you sometimes learn things that you knew, but weren't entirely aware of. It's very liberating for a writer to go into a space where she or he has not gone before, because, instead of being a tourist, you're like an explorer now, and you're sort of lost in this new idea.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

He might have been naive, but he didn't care; he said he's rather die with his heart on his sleeve than end up another cynic.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. If they ask you to burn the flag, wave it. If they ask you to murder, re-create.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

The contemporary American novelist benefits in a way from being ignored. It makes you angrier and makes you want to go into all of those places where you shouldnt.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

I guess this is what marriage is, or was, or could be. You drop the mask. You allow the fatigue in. You lean across and kiss the years because they're the things that matter.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

I have different books for different times of the day, let alone different seasons of the year!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

I was fascinated by the lack of a word for a parent who has lost a child. We have no word in English. I thought for sure there'd be a word in Irish but there is none. And then I looked in several other languages and could not find one, until I found the word Sh'khol in Hebrew. I'm still not sure why so many languages don't have a word for this sort of bereavement, this shadowing.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

I think the Northern Ireland accent is one of the most beautiful in the world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends to stave off the loneliness. He never rejected the world. If He had rejected it, He would have been rejecting mystery. And if He rejected mystery, He would have been rejecting faith.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

His body, his mind, his soul, had, for years, served only for the profit of others. He had his own people to whom he was pledged. Three million. They were the currency of his freedom.