I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.

Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady.

I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.

See all the women seated, youth in their face lifts, old age in their hands.

When you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both, it's health. If everything is simply jake, then you're frightened of death

When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. I wonder would they know it was me?

I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.