Belfast is like an ugly child - you love it the most.

Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.

It got ugly. People used this as an occasion to vent a large number of grievances.

You are ugly when you love her, you are beautiful and fresh, vital and free, modern and poetic when you don't... you are more beautiful as an orphan than as your mother's son.

You're looking at me like you fell in love with me."
"I didn't fall in love with you. I flew.

Some people they grow wiser as they grow older. Unfortunately, most people just grow older.