I Don't Know What It Means And

I Am For Who I Was In The Beginning But Now Is Present And I Exist In The Future.

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. My Brothers Are Dead And My Sister Is Dead And I Wonder If They Died For Ireland Or For The Faith. Dad Says They Were Too Young To Die For Anything. Mam Says It Was Disease And Starvation And Him Never Having A Job. Dad Says, Och, Angela, Puts On His Cap, And Goes For A Long Walk.

I Think I Settled On The Title Before I Ever Wrote The Book.

It's Not Enough To Be American. You Always Have To Be Something Else, Irish-american, German-american, And You'd Wonder How They'd Get Along If Someone Hadn't Invented The Hyphen

Just Let Them Sit In The Goddam Sun. But The World Won't Let Them Because There's Nothing More Dangerous Than Letting Old Farts Sit In The Sun. They Might Be Thinking. Same Thing With Kids. Keep 'em Busy Or They Might Start Thinking.