There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a p... by Colum McCann

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

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It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you ca... by Colum McCann

It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from.

cities knows

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.

kissing matter years

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.

pairs odds loneliness

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land ex... by Colum McCann

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

land impossible memories

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.

finals loneliness trying

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

ongoing silence thinking

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got n... by Colum McCann

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.

cost math heaven

With all respects to heaven, I like it here. by Colum McCann

With all respects to heaven, I like it here.

heaven

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them o... by Colum McCann

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.

stars sky fall

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the da... by Colum McCann

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

cobwebs darkness

I think the Northern Ireland accent is one of the most beautiful... by Colum McCann

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

beautiful world thinking

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.

knowing air memories

Let it be. Silly song, really. You let it be, it returns. There's the truth. You let it be, it drags you to the ground. You let it be, it crawls up your walls.

wall silly song

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand... by Colum McCann

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

asks ifs said

Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don... by Colum McCann

Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.

function sometimes

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.

care heart might

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.

half perfect people

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.

skins past thinking

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.

ordinary-days cities new-york

If they ask you to stand still, you should dance. by Colum McCann

If they ask you to stand still, you should dance.

asks stills should