“I get through some print.”

“Your life is in some bizarre state when priests are throwing abuse at you on the street.”

“The Local Paper here asked that me books be banned........THE HIGHEST PRAISE for an Irish writer.”

“There'll be times when the only refuge is books. Then you'll read as if you meant it, as if your life depended on it.”

“The whiskey kicked like a mugger.”

“You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted.”

“The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see.”