I didn't know you could write about yourself. Nobody ever told me about this.
From Frank McCourt
O'Casey was writing about people in the streets and his mother and dying babies and poverty. So that astounded me because I thought you could only write about English matters.
I never expected to write a book about a slum in Ireland that was going to catapult me, as they say, into some kind of - onto the best seller list.
I was a houseman, the lowest. I was just above - in the hierarchy of jobs, I was just above the Puerto Rican dishwashers - just above, so I felt superior to them.
St. Patrick, bringing the religion to Ireland, this is what we should celebrate.
When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived at all.
I learned the significance of my own insignificant life.
I think there's something about the Irish experience - that we had to have a sense of humor or die.
That's what kept us going - a sense of absurdity, rather than humor.
I'm a late bloomer.
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