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Colum Mccann
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 17 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. He had a theory about it. It happened, and re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. Strange things occurred precisely because there was no necessary regard for the past. The city lived in a sort of everyday present. It had no need to believe in itself as a London, or an Athens, or even a signifier of the New World, like a Sydney, or a Los Angeles. No, the city couldn’t care less about where it stood. He had seen a T-shirt once that said: NEW YORK FUCKIN’ CITY. As if it were the only place that ever existed and the only one that ever would. New York kept going forward precisely because it didn’t give a good goddamn about what it had left behind. It was like the city that Lot left, and it would dissolve if it ever began looking backward over its own shoulder. Two pillars of salt. Long Island and New Jersey.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

The world does not turn without moments of grace. Who cares how small.

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 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 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

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

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 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

He could help put a man on the Moon, but he couldn’t count the body bags. Send a satellite spinning, but he couldn’t figure out how many crosses to go into the ground.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

The Irish were poor, but not enslaved. He had come here to hack away at the ropes that held American slavery in place. Sometimes it withered him just to keep his mind steady. He was aware that the essence of proper intelligence was the embrace of contradiction. And the recognition of complexity was to be balanced against the need for simplicity. He was still a slave. Fugitive. If he returned to Boston he could be kidnapped at any time, taken south, strapped to a tree, whipped. His owners. They would make a spectacle of his fame. They had tried to silence him for many years already. No longer. He had been given a chance to speak out against what had held him in chains. And he would continue to do so until the links lay in pieces at his feet.

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

The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

She expected no judgement and wanted no pity.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

The war was about vanity, he said. It was about old men who couldn't look in the mirror anymore and so they sent the young out to die. Was was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple--hate your enemy, know nothing of him.

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 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely. She had told a secret and now had the sadness of wondering how much deeper she might dig in order to keep the first secret fed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

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

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday... He consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it.

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 17 Sep

Colum Mccann

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

I write articles, and I do profiles of members of organizations and associations.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes digging into arteries, and he is in the air now, forcing the legs up beyond muscular memory, one last press of the thighs, an elongation of form, a loosening of human contour, he goes higher and is skyheld.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

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

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

The real beauty in life is that beauty can sometimes occur.

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 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

We are being bought off by our affair with the contemporary drug of choice: ease.

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 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

He didn't like it all that much when he first came - all the rubbish and the rush - but it was growing on him, it wasn't half bad. Coming to the city was like entering a tunnel, he said, and finding to your surprise that the light at the end didn't matter; sometimes in fact the tunnel made the light tolerable.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Colum Mccann

One goes up in a plane knowing, sometimes, that not all of you is going to come down.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same.

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 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 17 Sep

Colum Mccann

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Colum Mccann

It’s a vast mystery to me, like it is to most New Yorkers, how this ugly lovely town became my lovely ugly town, this gorgeous rubbish heap of a place, this city of the timeless Now, with little of the style of Paris, little of the beauty of Rome, little of the history of London, and not even much of the dear dirty dereliction of my hometown, Dublin. (from My First New York)

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.

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 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 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Colum Mccann

Women get the short shrift in history. It's been largely written and dictated by men, or at least men believe that we own it, and women have really been in those quieter moments at the edge of history. But, really, they're the ones who are turning the cogs and the wheels and allowing things like the peace process to happen.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Colum Mccann

They inherited it all. The curse of privilege. Janitors for the ambitions of the dead.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Colum Mccann

The children looked like remnants of themselves. Spectral. Some were naked to the waist.Many of them had sores on their faces. None had shoes. He could see the structures of them through their skin. The bony residue of their lives.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Colum Mccann

Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you're lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who've been around awhile know it's just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it's never even there in the first place.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Colum Mccann

About 25 years ago, I took a bicycle across the United States. I soon found out that the greatest item of clothing was the trusty bandanna. There were dozens of uses for a bandanna - as a pot holder, a chain cleaner, a sun shield, a headband, a snot rag, a declaration of Kerouacian intent.