“I meet the answering machine’s small, steady stare. “What do you do when God tells you no?” I ask. But it doesn’t answer me, so I undress for bed”
“You’ll have to excuse Harry. He has what I call ‘chauffeured child syndrome.’ ” “He’s been driven all his life?” “That is correct. He has no drive of his own at all.”
“The whole island is spotted with derelict cottages and abandoned churches like this one. They sit in pastures as invisible to the Irish as a mother is to a teenage girl.”
“Tattooists are the new priests for the fucked-up and the thrown away. They speak the language of symbol, and administer penance in tiny metallic lashes.”
“But he’s genuine twenty-first-century and only faking patience.”
“I was born once.The doctor was late.I made my own way out.The nurse slapped my insolence.“Suffocate me!” I screamed, “I shall not recant.”