What did Colum McCann mean by: This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for. Colum McCann Writer · Ireland Copy
Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don’t function for what things aren’t. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Communication, Limitations, Perception, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Change, Memory, Time, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Life, Resolution, Suffering, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Narratives, Perception, Time, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Courage, Life, Ordinary, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Foresight, Reflection., Regret, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
Part of the beauty of fiction is that we come alive in a body that we don’t own. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Empathy, Identity, Imagination, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Colum McCann, Existence, Perspective, Reflection, 0 Colum McCann Writer · Ireland
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies Jeanette Winterson Author · England
The skin of all of us is responsive to gypsy songs and military marches. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
