Could it be ... that the hero is one who is willing to set out, take the first step, shoulder something? Perhaps the hero is one who puts his foot upon a path not knowing what he may expect from life but in some way feeling in his bones that life expects something of him.

The Irish, as a race, have the oral tradition in their blood. A direct question to them is an anathema, but in other cases, a mere syllable of a hero's name will elicit whole chapters of stories.

Perhaps we are born knowing the tales of our grandmothers and all their ancestral kin continually run in our blood repeating them endlessly, and the shock they give us when we first bear them is not of surprise but of recognition.

More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown.

What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars?

You can ask me anything you like about my work, but I'll never talk about myself.

Trouble trouble and it will trouble you.