“Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything.”

“I say, Father, the years have brought me here, still your son, they have brought me to a life I cannot understand.”

“How weightlesswords are when nothing will do.”

“I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back. ”

“As you know, Joyce was a writer who asked his reader to give him a lifetime,” he said. “I am that reader, and I can tell you it was a wasted life.”

“Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life,and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labours, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?”

“… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy”