If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment... a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat.
I'm a Communist by day and a Catholic as soon as it gets dark.
Nothing hurts more than the friendly letter that one never got around to writing.
I am a daylight atheist.