I Feel Like The Writer

My Mother Was Passionate. She Was Stubborn, The Dominant One In The Family. She Dominated My Father.

My Grandmother Made Dying Her Life's Work.

The Problem With Ireland Is That It's A Country Full Of Genius, But With Absolutely No Talent.

I Came Down To The Living Room One Day And My Wife Was Standing In The Living Room. It Wasn't An Illusion. I Saw Her Out Of The Corner Of My Eye. The Moment I Saw Her, She Vanished.

I Feel Like The Writer Observing The Grief, But It Is Difficult To Be Detached From It.