The master says it’s a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says it’s a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who would like us to live.

Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.

I don't absolve my father completely of his responsibility for what he did to us I feel compassion, maybe. He had his demons. But I still can't understand how a man can walk away from children. And leave them to starve, as we nearly did, if it wasn't for my mother going out and begging.

I say, Billy, what’s the use in playing croquet when you’re doomed? He says, Frankie, what’s the use of not playing croquet when you’re doomed?

Stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it.

I'm more interested in writing than in performing.

They can afford to smile because they all have teeth so dazzling if they dropped them in the snow they'd be lost forever.