The thing that started the peace movement in Ireland was anger - my anger. It wasn't anger; it was fury.

John Irwin became one of the greatest peace workers in Northern Ireland.

Men, once enemies, are now jointly governing in Northern Ireland. And although there have been several hitches, by and large it's working well.

Anger swirled in him, a tempest readying her strike. And like a helpless vessel caught in her fury, he felt himself dashed against the rocks without mercy.

The Nobel Peace Prize is not awarded for what one has done, but hopefully what one will do.

I can hear the tick tick tick in my head: A tripwire ready to explode in fury. And then, in my mind, I start to count down from ten…any moment now.