“They loved him, or loved the thought of him, what they thought he was: a man who could easily have had a good life who chose instead their life: spite and bitterness and age-fogged glasses of watery whiskey in dark,… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“I wish to God I could talk to her the way she wants me to, besides forever making her guess what I’m thinking. Why… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“The ways of some things are set, like the courses of rivers or the greenness of grass, or the trouble that follows my daddy,… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
There's no man on this earth can even be assured he'll have a next day. — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“How would I know what Jesus would have done? That fella was a mass of contradictions as far as I can see. One minute… — donal ryan Copy Share Image
People are better inside in your head. When you're longing for them, they're perfect. — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“I kind of thought actually that Trevor was gone completely mental when he called up here a few weeks ago. Like, why would he… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“Drunk, he was leering and silent and mostly asleep. Sober, he was a watcher, a horror of a man who missed nothing and commented… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“Bernadette never went to Mass; she was a fundamentalist Christian. Mother often said she only used religion as a framework for her craziness. She… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“Even so, a lie in print looks truer than the truth sounds from the mouth of a fool.” — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
“The Englishman's story seemed unlikely; there had to be a God. Who would have made everything otherwise?” — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
That's the thing about December: it goes by you in a flash. If you just close your eyes, it's gone. And it's like you… — Donal Ryan Copy Share Image
