I was born in Northern Ireland in 1951. I lived most of my life there until 1986 or 1987.
I'd love to live in Ireland but I'd like to live as me, not what someone thinks I am. People don't understand - I lived there before I was famous.
My father was the orphaned son of immigrants to the United States from Ireland. My father never knew his parents. His mother died - we're not sure - either at or shortly after his birth, and he and all of his siblings were placed in orphanages in the Boston area.
You know, the pessimism which exists now in the Middle East existed in Northern Ireland, but we stayed at it.
Judged by the law of England, I know this crime entails upon me the penalty of death; but the history of Ireland explains that crime and justifies it.
Well I think it has always been a mistake to reduce the peace process in Ireland to a decommissioning process.
Sinn Fein is the fastest growing party on the island of Ireland.
Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there's the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.
Yes, but also one of the problems for a novelist in Ireland is the fact that there are no formal manners. I mean some people have beautiful manners but there's no kind of agreed form of manners.
Ireland is a peculiar society in the sense that it was a nineteenth century society up to about 1970 and then it almost bypassed the twentieth century.
But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible.
I'm 78, I'm on my pension in Ireland, and all that good stuff.
They want to derail peace because they want to plunge Northern Ireland back into armed conflict.
I know there's some kind of history to mountain music-like it came from Ireland or England or Scotland and we kept up the tradition.
We shall not fight for the preservation of the enemy, which has laid waste with death and desolation the fields and hills of Ireland for 700 years.