I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon.

Rioting has always been a London tradition. It has been since the early Middle Ages. There's hardly a spate of years that goes by without violent rioting of one kind or another. They happen so frequently that they are almost part of London's texture.

What captivity has been to the Jews, exile has been to the Irish. For us, the romance of our native land begins only after we have left home; it is really only with other people that we become Irishmen.

The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.

The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience.

Bigotry does not consort easily with free trade.

I saw a ghost once, about 20 years ago. It took the form of someone coming out of a sleeping body and sitting at the foot of the bed.