like any Irish mother, I am scar tissue to the bone.

Integrity pays, but not in cash.

Trauma reflected upon in tranquility can produce morally stunning insights - literary light! It can also produce maudlin rubbish.

Secrets of the heart are seldom news.

Greed stains our culture, soaks our sensibilities and has replaced grace as a sign of our intimacy with the divine.

As art reveals the artist more than the world, so you see yourself and what you are not in the mirror of another culture.

Love is all there's time for.