Walk the Blue Fields: 'Pure magic.' Colm Tóibín

by Claire Keegan

God is nature.

The silence is like every silence; each man is glad of it and glad, too, that it won’t last.

He has a capacity for wonder, sees great significance in common things others dismiss simply because they happen every day.

Stack, like every man who has never known a woman, believed he knew a great deal about women.

The experience was like almost everything; it wasn’t a patch on what it could have been.