In Ireland, you go to someone’s house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you’re really just fine. She asks if you’re sure. You say of...

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

The best thing about flying first class….was that you could be as nutty as a fruitcake and were still treated like the Queen of Sheba.

The Celt, and his cromlechs, and his pillar-stones, these will not change much – indeed, it is doubtful if anybody at all changes at any time. In spite of hosts of deniers, and asserters, and...

Who’re them?” says he to the curate.”Them are the fallen angels,” says the curate.They had a human form, no wings. God took the wings off of ’em after Lucifer rebelled – that way they couldn’t...

World is suddener than we fancy it.

We had found nothing, and had been lost several times already in one morning, so this was shaping up into a top travel experience.

I think being a woman is like being Irish… Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

They’d listen silenty, with grave faces: but once they’d turn to each other they’d smile cruelly. He couldn’t have it both ways. He’d put himself outside and outside they’d make him stay. Neither brutality nor...

Funny how I keep forgetting you’re insane.” – Colleen O’Brien

I wish it was accompanied by harp music so you could know that’s what was happening, but for me it’s that extra pause or that extra breath or that extra minute’s patience against all odds.”...

Be just before you are generous.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover’s tears.

Then the woman in the bed sat up and looked about her with wild eyes; and the oldest of the old men said: ‘Lady, we have come to write down the names of the immortals,’...

Until a few years ago, it was never as popular over there as it was here. But by this point, it has been commercialized and is a pretty big celebration in Ireland and England.

I try to clutch onto those last moments in the place that I was born to, but I was so busy *living* them! How was I to know I’d have to capture everything I ever...

That guy in the corner. Never tells the truth, as a matter of principle. Why answer a question, he says, if you can tell a good story instead?

a grin that wasn’t natural, and that combined in a strange way affection and arrogance, the arrogance of the idealist who doesn’t realize how easily he can be fooled.

It’s an extraordinary thing, this tiny little province of Northern Ireland, where carnage happened. And I was part of it. I grew up in it.

and…and…a gun. A big one.” – Colleen O’Brien

Michael and Luke met for the first time after 106 years – although the pair lived just 20 miles away from each other.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

In all of the possible scenarios Kian had envisioned, encountering a lunatic had not been one of them. It just showed him that he could never be completely prepared.

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.”Welcome, summer” is what he says. Winter’s unimaginable. The wood’s a wickerwork...

I wish to be buried in Ireland, the country of my adoption a country which I loved, which I have dutifully served, and for which I believe I have sacrificed my life.

After a taste of a Scot, you’ll never look elsewhere again.”A brunette smiled seductively, “That’s quite a boast.””I’m quite a man.

…we have seen that the priests regard the state as an enemy to be exploited, it is only natural that our politicians do likewise. Thus, although patriotism is held in greater esteem in this country...

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

My dear boy, in Ireland the midwife uses one hand to hold the baby’s best fighting arm from the font water, and grips its jaws with the other lest the goes to litigation about it....

The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.

Irish improves a poet.

Ireland was a place for the renewal of hope and I still see it like that.

Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.

Like a lot of stupid people, it took a great deal to get an idea into the king’s head, but once there, there was no shifting it.

She leaned a shoulder against the tunnel wall and thought of Kellan. A Dragon King. A dragon and a King.A gorgeous man who kissed as if there were no tomorrow and made love skillfully, adeptly....

An cinniúnt, is dócha: féach an féileacán úd thall atá ag foluain os cionn mo choinnle. Ní fada go loiscfear a sciatháin mhaiseacha: cá bhfios dúinne nach bhfuil a fhios sin aige, freisin?

Submitted for your approval–the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

There was always a big party on the night before anyone left for the States. They called it an American wake, because the whole community stayed up to keep the emigrants company through their last...

I was one of the many kids in Northern Ireland who grew up in the countryside and had an idyllic childhood well away from the Troubles.

From one small spark a bushfire grows.Sellers of misery are our foes.Merging ruthlessly tongues of flame.Point your finger at those to blame.

Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that...

[These]were the legitimate acts of self-defense which had been forced upon the Irish people by English aggression… We did not initiate the war, nor were we allowed to choose the battleground.

Do not hope to understand the source of my understanding.

His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss.He seized, he captured.He dominated.And she loved every second of it.

Tír gan teanga, tír gan anam. A country without a language is a country without a soul.

What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination

Acting is something you didn’t do in Ireland.

Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place.