Her smile could've broken glass.
Colum McCannShe likes the people with the endurance to tolerate the drudge, the ones who know that pain is a requirement, not a curse.
Colum McCannDarkness doesn't fall, he thought as he swayed to the radio, it rises up from the bottom of the sea and begins to breathe around us.
Colum McCannI sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.
Colum McCannThe repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.
The person we know at first, [she thinks] is not the one we know at last.
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.
Colum McCannMots clés distance
A single man, he said he loved women but preferred engines.
Colum McCannMots clés heart-s-desire
The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.
Colum McCannMots clés flight
If your life doesn't flash in front of your eyes, old boy, does that mean you've had no life at all?
Colum McCannMots clés flash-of-life
He was there, he said, to raise just a single hat, but eventually that hat would raise the heavens. He would go forth as a slave no more.
Colum McCannMots clés raise-the-heavens
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