An optimist is a braver cynic.
Colum McCannMots clés optimism
We seldom know what echo our actions will find, but our stories will most certainly outlast us.
Colum McCannTheir perfect English accents. As if serving all their vowels on a fine set of tongs.
Colum McCannMots clés english-accent
He was not beyond knowing that they thought him - when he first arrived - a quiet patsy. The Arab. The Yank. The Judge. Your Harness. Mohammed. Mahatma. Ahab. Iron Pants. He wasn't interested in playing himself Irish or Lebanese. Not for him the simple ancestral heart: he wanted to make himself the smallest continent possible.
Colum McCannMots clés smallest-continent
The elaborate search for a word, like the turning of a chain handle on a well. Dropping the bucket down the mineshaft of the mind. Taking up empty bucket after empty bucket until, finally, at an unexpected moment, it caught hard and had a sudden weight and she raised the word, then delved down into the emptiness once more.
Colum McCannMots clés writing
There is always room for at least two truths.
Colum McCannMots clés truth
One goes up in a plane knowing, sometimes, that not all of you is going to come down.
Colum McCannMots clés up-and-down
She would want, instead, to recall him in the air, between layers of cloud. To give him back that ancient dignity.
Colum McCannMots clés layers
What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident.
Colum McCannMots clés a-life
To return to the moment of radical innocence. To paint. To stretch canvas. To find the point of originality. It wasn't a hippie idea. Both of us always hated the hippies, their flowers, their poems, their one idea. We were the furthest thing from hippies. We were the edge, the definers.
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