The First Stories I Wrote When I

I Believe In Having Fun First, And Along The Way, If You Teach People, If You Influence People, Well And Good.

He Stood Breathing, And The More He Breathed The Land In, The More He Was Filled Up With All The Details Of The Land. He Was Not Empty. There Was More Than Enough Here To Fill Him. There Would Always Be More Than Enough.

If Blake Said That, Said Father Brian, He Never Lived In Dublin.

All Silence Is. All Emptiness. And Now: The Dawn.

And The Odd Think In Dad's Voice Was The Sound Truth Makes Being Said.