I once saw my mother playing Mary Magdalene in a parish event. But she had to put the role aside in order to go and front the choir who were singing at the same occasion. She left the stage halfway through the Crucifixion.

This whole tribal loyalty seems to have gone.

There's something about the Irish that is remarkable.

A relationship is sent by God and accident.

There is a great relief in experiencing the worst vicariously.

Irish people are educated not only about artistry but local history.

Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.