When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
Food Throwers: Begun usually by estranged couples, once this victual flinging starts, everyone will do it...Should your dinner party have become an out of… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
I remember one letter from a girl in a midwestern town who read one of my books and thought she had discovered it- that no one had ever read it or knew about it. Then one day in her local library she found cards for one or two of my other books. They were full of names- the books were… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share
Blessed are they who in this sea of frailty, climb aboard a piece of ass as it floats by. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
The best book of the year, Grobel's writing is quite marvelous. The Hustons reads vividly, just like one of John Huston's great films. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
Expect the worst And that's what You'll get Only it will be Much worse. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. I wonder… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
The inhabitants will always see both sides of an argument so long as it can result in a fight. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
Sometimes you write and you find yourself almost wondering how it will turn out. I don't think every writer sort of almost admits that… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
