May I meet him with one tooth and it aching, and one eye to be seeing seven and seventy divils in the twists of the road, and one old timber leg on him to limp into the scalding grave. There he is now crossing the strands, and that the Lord God would send a high wave to wash him from the world.

In a good play every speech should be as fully flavoured as a nut or apple.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

When I was writing The Shadow of the Glen I got more aid than any learning could have given me from a chink in the floor of the old Wicklow house where I was s…

Hatred, slavery's inevitable aftermath.

When you put the corset on it gives you a glimpse into what those women's lives must have been like, a little bit. Just the fact that they did that to themselv…

Je l'ai trop aime pour ne le point hair!