Hope is a dream deferred.

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

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

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

Most people wish to be consoled, confirmed. They want their prejudices reinforced and their structured belief systems validated. After all, it hurts to think, and it's absolute agony to think twice.

Perception is a prism, and reality is like shot silk - depends where the light hits.

Integrity pays, but not in cash.