All the beautiful things in this world are lies. They count for nothing in the end. — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“Mary had the same face as ma used to have sitting staring into the ashes it was funny that face it slowly grew over… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“Bye Bye , Father,' I said as the confessional door clicked shut behind me, 'Ah's' eyes following me, wondering, I suppose, what He'd been… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
When I am at my work each day In the fields so fresh and green I often think of riches and the way things… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“I wanted to stop talking about the whole thing. I wanted to talk about the hide and the old days and hacking at the… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“Ah I see, says Father Dom with his two thumbs like dwarfs doing an old-time waltz in and out of his little black buttons.” — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“Oh now now he says that's all over you must forget all about that next week your solitary finishes how about that hmm? I… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
All the beautiful things in this world are lies. They count for nothing in the end. — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“You'll have to learn to forgive," he said. "For if you don't, you know what will happen?" "What, Doctor?" I croaked, for my outburst… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“All of a sudden I looked at him with his rosy cheeks and the two silver snots at his nose and what did I… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
“I don't know if he was English but he spoke like it. He said good afternoon when everybody else said hardy weather or she… — Patrick McCabe Copy Share Image
