“I haven't devoured a soul in… What month is this? March?”

“Money should never be the reason you ever do or don't do anything. I haven't paid rent in 3 months.”

“What was time, after all, except a lead-footed march from the precincts of youth into the country of the grave? Time was the force that crumbled granite, devoured memory, and seduced infants into senility—as implacable as a hanging judge and as poetic as a tank.”

“I haven't been focused as much as I should have been on supporting trans rights in the last 12 months. I now realize that this is where the fight for global democracy is. There is no avoiding it.”

“Grief and mad wrath devoured his soul, and hope, heaviest of mortal cares when long deferred.”
Exedere animum dolor iraque demens et, qua non gravior mortalibus addita curis, spes, ubi longa venit.

“On this day, in this holy country, we get the honor for the victory of democracy. (22 March 1992, 1 month before the elections)”

“Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on”

“There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me”

“There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"
…
"Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.”

“March in Ireland can be a very lovely month, if you like your air rain-washed and your light wind-shaken.”