My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.
I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.
As somebody once said, we're not punished for our sins, we're punished by them.
Sometimes silence resolves a conversation confused by Mad Misconstruction.
I don't think anyone is the perfect one to play me.
The problem with Ireland is that it's a country full of genius, but with absolutely no talent.