You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.

The English wouldn't give you the steam of their piss.

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

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a minute since my last confession.

When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.

I don't believe in happiness anyway... it's too much of an American pastime, this search for happiness. Just forget happiness and enjoy your misery.

You have to give yourself credit, not too much because that would be bragging.