Colum McCann
Colum McCann
Colum McCannis an Irish writer of literary fiction. He was born in Dublin, Ireland and now lives in New York. He is a Distinguished Professor of Creative Writing in the Master of Fine Arts program at Hunter College, New York with fellow novelists Peter Carey and Tea Obreht, and has visited many universities and colleges all over the world...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth28 February 1965
CountryIreland
loneliness trying world
No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.
beautiful thinking world
I think the Northern Ireland accent is one of the most beautiful in the world.
loneliness odds world
Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends to stave off the loneliness. He never rejected the world. If He had rejected it, He would have been rejecting mystery. And if He rejected mystery, He would have been rejecting faith.
thinking world trade
You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.
grace doe world
The world does not turn without moments of grace. Who cares how small.
world admire
We have to admire the world for not ending on us.
inspirational world chaos
The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.
hatred borders strikes
...and it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether.
new-york cities ordinary-days
One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. New York had a way of doing that. Every now and then the city shook its soul out. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief.
perfect people half
People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.
heart care might
He might have been naive, but he didn't care; he said he's rather die with his heart on his sleeve than end up another cynic.
sometimes function
Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.
math heaven cost
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...
thinking silence littles
We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.