When I come out on the road of a morning, when I have had a night's sleep and perhaps a breakfast, and the sun lights a hill on the distance, a hill I know I shall walk across an hour… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
If you ever want to understand multitasking in prose, James Joyce is your man. — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“A gust of wind snatched at her hat. She jumped from the wall and her skirts blew everywhere. I couldn't avoid glimpsing more than… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
I believe the world of the spirit is in general greatly neglected and not at all served by the practice of faith as we… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
We Irish prefer embroideries to plain cloth. To us Irish, memory is a canvas--stretched, primed, and ready for painting on. We love the "story"… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“Some people waste their smiles by using them too often. Not Patrick. He rarely smiled—but when he did, his face shone like the sun… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
As an arts journalist in London, working mainly for the BBC, I interviewed hundreds if not thousands of authors. From them I gleaned a… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“We had so many of those meaningless banter phrases, those icebreakers... they were meaningless-but without malice of harm, and they helped awkward people get… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“Any attempt to ease guilt by justification is false. That the crimes of another appease none of one's own offenses. That, if one is… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
“What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
When I come out on the road of a morning, when I have had a night's sleep and perhaps a breakfast, and the sun… — Frank Delaney Copy Share Image
