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

People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying school masters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years. Above all -- we were wet.

It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.

Teacher? I never dreamed I could rise so high in the world

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

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

I am for who i was in the beginning but now is present and i exist in the future.