They were still in that forgiving time when even their flaws were quaint.

Another brave new world beckoned, but Dublin was dubious – too often hope had been trampled down by foreign armies or strangled in dark alleys by the shadows of avarice and graft.

Are you sayin’ it’s okay to throw yourself at someone for the sake of art but it’s not okay to go around bein’ nice?

She knew where they were going. She had visited Kilmainham Gaol before, wrapped in its brooding walls lest the ghosts it housed should break free and point accusing fingers at those who used the reins of power to drive the horses of personal ambition. It was a sad place where the residue of human suffering lingered – it had no place else to go.

Nico was gothic, but she was Mary Shelley gothic to everyone else’s Hammer horror film gothic. They both did Frankenstein, but Nico’s was real.

Yes. I guess it's the foolish romantic in me, but you see, I don’t think that sex is my Muse.

The goths are beautiful, a vast depth of subcultural, aesthetic and poetic ideas, and we would identify with that as we did back in 1979. But not the post modern distortion...the costume without the brain.

The unfulfilling job is not the failure; not pursuing your dreams is the real failure. Developing a vision requires conquering your fears and finding motivation from within.

[S]ince there is no wrong or right, you just reap what you sow.

Rewriting is like scrubbing the basement floor with a toothbrush.