We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.

If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.

Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.

Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.

Some mornings you wake up and think, gee I look handsome today. Other days I think, what am I doing in the movies? I wanna go back to Ireland and drive a forklift.

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?