I think with every writer there are two people there.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.

The problem with Ireland is that it's a country full of genius, but with absolutely no talent.

Sometimes silence resolves a conversation confused by Mad Misconstruction.

There is only one immutable law in life - in a gentleman's toilet, incoming traffic has the right of way.

A thing well done is worth doing.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.