If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks. — Brendan Behan. Irish poet and writer (1923–1964)
When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.
I value kindness to human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper, and old men and women warmer in the winter, and happier in the summer.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how its done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.