“The sun of Sunday morning up out of the sleepless sea from black Liverpool. Sitting on the rocks over the water with a jug of coffee. Down there along the harbor pier, trippers in bright colors. Sails moving out to… — 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
“Miss Frost, sometimes I feel fifty three. Seldom, but at times, I feel twenty. Like the days. Ever feel a Saturday on a Tuesday?… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
“This Boston voice squeaking out its song. The yellow light goes out the window on the stubs of windy grass and black rocks. And… — J.P. Donleavy Copy Share Image
