“Come here till I tell you. Where is the sea high and the winds soft and moist and warm, sometimes stained with sun, with peace so wild for wishing where all is told and telling.” — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“The sun of Sunday morning up out of the sleepless sea from black Liverpool. Sitting on the rocks over the water with a jug… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“But Jesus, when you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health,… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“Come here till I tell you. Where is the sea high and the winds soft and moist and warm, sometimes stained with sun, with… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“Some day you’ll show up when I’m back where I belong in this world. When I have what I ought to have. My due.… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“And Mary, what of other men? There are no other men because my heart has gone out to you. And if you don't laugh… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“She thought too that women didn't know what to do with themselves these days which could turn them into harridans. Hardly a female friend… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“Not using that handy maxim a man is what he makes his dough at and alas how much. Sometimes it is a gentle gesture… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“Have you seen a lot of women?" "Wouldn't say a lot." "And what were they like?" "Naked.” — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“How when one is able to indulge the luxury of beginning one's life again. All one thinks To do Is end it” — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
