Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex.

My Mother's Father Was From Sligo, And He Used To Say It Was The Hardest Thing In The World To Find A Man Alive In Dublin Who Wasn't In The Gpo During The Easter Rising. Twenty Brave Men Marched Into That Post Office, He Said, And Thirty Thousand Marched Out.

New York Is An Ugly City, A Dirty City... But There Is One Thing About It. Once You Have Lived In New York And It Has Become Your Home, No Place Else Is Good Enough.

As My Late Mother Famously Observed, The One Thing To Be Said For Growing Old Is That Every Year There Are A Few More Things I Don’t Have To Give A Rat’s Ass About.

Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One And Most Of 'em Stink.

I Never Know What I'm Going To Write Next, And When I Think I Do I Usually Turn Out To Be Mistaken.