Whatever You Say, Say Nothing.

I Don't Know Of A Greater Privilege Than Being Allowed To Tell A Story, Or To Listen To A Story. They're The Only Thing We Have That Can Trump Life Itself.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

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.

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

We Have To Admire The World For Not Ending On Us.