“Setanta Ó hAilpín....the original Setanta from the old Gaelic stories was ten foot tall, had ten fingers on each hand and ten toes on each foot but even he couldn't be playing better hurling than his namesake here today.”

“Seán Óg Ó hAilpín.... his father's from Fermanagh, his mother's from Fiji, neither one of them a hurling stronghold.”

“It was like my hormones had decided to stage a revolt whenever he got within a ten-foot radius.”

“I haven’t been a good guest in Hugo’s life. I access his memories and discover that he and Austin first became boyfriends at this very celebration, a year ago this weekend. They’d been friends for a little while, but they’d never talked about how they felt. They were each afraid of ruining the friendship, and instead of making it better, their caution made everything awkward. So finally, as a pair of twentysomething men passed by holding hands, Austin said, “Hey, that could be us in ten years.”And Hugo said, “Or ten months.”And Austin said, “Or ten days.”And Hugo said, “Or ten minutes.”And Austin said, “Or ten seconds.”Then they each counted to ten, and held hands for the rest of the day.The start of it.Hugo would have remembered this.But I didn’t.”

“If instead of having ten fingers, I had ten combs for fingers, I'd love to meet Donald Trump, just so I could run my fingers through his hair.”

“Each minute, not knowing if Jacob was breathing or not, had seemed like ten lifetimes.”