"The master says it’s a glorious thing to die for the Faith, and Dad says it’s a glorious thing to die for Ireland, and I wonder if there’s anyone in the world who would like us to live.” ―
"When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I
survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood
is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the
miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic
childhood.”
―
“People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying school masters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years ... Above all, we were wet.”
―
Oh, the
travails of being Irish !!!