So writing is a very, very difficult position to obtain... and retain.

All you have the right to ask of life is to choose a battle in this war, make the best you can, and leave the field with honor.

I've not been right for any man or myself since I met you.

Who is left in the ghetto is the one man in a thousand in any age, in any culture, who through some mysterious workings of force within his soul will stand in defiance against any master. He is that one human in a thousand whose indomitable spirit will not bow. He is the one man in a thousand whose indomitable spirit cannot bow. He is the one man in a thousand who will not walk quietly to Umschlagplatz. Watch out for him, Alfred Funk, we have pushed him to the wall.

Anyone who goes into writing has to find out somewhere along the line, he's either naive or insane.

Why must we fight for the right to live, over and over, each time the sun rises?

I am very proud of this work because it is more about the meaning of the Easter Rising and its relationship to what this whole century has been about, people liberating themselves, freeing themselves.