When I was in my twenties, I thought I was bulletproof.

I thought I was bulletproof or Superman there for a while. I thought I'd never run out of nerve. Never.

After age twenty-five, you're not a victim anymore — you're a volunteer.

We come bulletproof in Ireland. We're reared tough, and we fight.

I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will still permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

I was on food stamps until I was 18 and became an adult.