“I think you should be grateful to the English, they built this country and made it civil.”

“Yes. I guess it's the foolish romantic in me, but you see, I don’t think that sex is my Muse.”

“Do you really think that one person can be enough for someone?”

“Some good things did come out of France, but the place has become unbearably Gaulish don’t you think?”

“Horse-Protestant be damned,” Maurice chuckled, “I am as Irish as the rest of you, but I don’t get to blame someone whenever things don’t go my way.”

“She knew where they were going. She had visited Kilmainham Gaol before, wrapped in its brooding walls lest the ghosts it housed should break free and point accusing fingers at those who used the reins of power to drive the horses of personal ambition. It was a sad place where the residue of human suffering lingered – it had no place else to go.”

“We have had a spot of bother. I am afraid that I shot the Bard in the bottom. Good thing that I was over fifty paces away.”