She's a pot-of-tea-before-I-say-boo-to-you woman. There's always a pile of warm teabags in the sink when I come down, like what a horse would leave behind. — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when you were thinking about something, trying to understand it, it opened up in your head without you expecting it to, like it… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
“It was frightening, though, how little time you got. You only became yourself when you were twenty-three or twenty-four. A few years later, you… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
Ulysses could have done with a good editor. You know people are always putting Ulysses in the top 10 books ever written but I… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
It was a sign of growing up, when the dark made no more difference to you than the day. — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
When I started writing full time I had not long stopped being a teacher and when at last I had a full day to… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
When I was a kid, if you didn't speak Irish, you really wanted to. And you played Gaelic games and you didn't pay any… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
I'm not recognised that much. I'm just a bald man in glasses and there's a rash of them in Dublin. It'd be different if… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
It's a big con job. We have sold the myth of Dublin as a sexy place incredibly well; because it is a dreary little… — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
“One day at a time, sweet Jesus. Whoever wrote that one hadn’t a clue. A day is a fuckin’ eternity” — Roddy Doyle Copy Share Image
