When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin. I wonder would they know it was me? — 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
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… — J. P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
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
