The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.
To get enough to eat was regarded as an achievement. To get drunk was a victory.
I am married to Beatrice Salkeld, a painter. We have no children, except me.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
The terrorist is the one with the small bomb.
I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.