Do No Harm & Leave

Survival My Only Hope. Success My Only Revenge

In My Forties, My Optimism Was Boundless. I Had Really Good Health And Tremendous Success Which Allowed Me To Do Anything I Wanted.

But When I Was A Little Kid, I Was Always Writing Stories And Illustrating Little Books That I Would Create.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

I Wouldn't Want To Donate My Body For Scientific Study.