Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

...but as his father used to say when he had a few drinks taken, you couldn't expect bloody miracles when you were talking about God.

I think, generally speaking, that children have a knack for picking up curse words. Having said that, my brother and I (although admittedly, it was I who displayed a higher level of fluency) took to cursing like frogs take to jumping. Mind you, we received excellent tutoring along the way.

I don't want to earn a living, I want to live.

It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.

He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.

So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.

He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.

I'm Irish yet I don't drink as I refuse to be a stereotype and live down to the expectations of others.