My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.

The only thing that exists is torment, lyricism, and the magnificence of language.

Really, I didn't like Alaska. It rained, almost every day, at least 300 days out of the year.

In The Lime Twig I took two very young people and made them very old.

To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.

Part of me died when he died. You've got a 17-year-old who went to his grave for something he did not do. Texas murdered an innocent person.