My Father Was Very Outwardly Religious.

Everything That We Inherit, The Rain, The Skies, The Speech, And Anybody Who Works In The English Language In Ireland Knows That There's The Dead Ghost Of Gaelic In The Language We Use And Listen To And That Those Things Will Reflect Our Irish Identity.

I Suppose . . . In Writing You Can't Have Regrets. I Mean, You Just Get It Down The Way It Was . . . It's Only Wishful Thinking That Things Could Be Other Than They Were.

My Favorite Optimist Was An American Who Jumped Off The Empire State Building, And As He Passed The 42nd Floor, The Window Washers Heard Him Say, 'so Far, So Good.'

I Love The Description Of Gothic Churches Before The Printed Word, That They Were The Bibles Of The Poor.

I Mean I Think That's A Fact And I Think That We Had A Very Peculiar Type Of Catholic Church Here In That It Was A Fortress Church.