When an English man speaks well, for example now, and this is another way of putting us down, they say he's "eloquent" you see. "Oh, eloquent chap they are!" An Irish person speak well, they say, "Ah, you have the gift of the gab." "Ah, you kissed the blarney stone." You see, all of this putting us down.

I think people are so disillusioned with the parties. It's one party with two different names, and they are so spineless.

I am an alcoholic, as I said. And it is however we call it, a disease. That's an explanation, but not an excuse.

I would like to do away with all kind of - all weapons. A dream - totally. Including the bow an arrow.

I was not a good father in my first marriage. Although there are ways of deserting the family without leaving physically, I was deserted in my head. I was always out, always in the saloons, always drinking, always messing about.

When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on. When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.

To me a saint is a severely edited sinner. That's what I think.