Every Pain Is A Lesson.

For A Startling Period Of My Life, I Reported The Troubles In Ireland For The Bbc. I Lived In Dublin And Was Called Out To All Sorts Of Incidents That, If Taken Together, Add Up To A War - Bombings, Assassinations, Riots, Shootings, Robberies, Jailbreaks, Kidnappings, And Sieges.

When I Come Out On The Road Of A Morning, When I Have Had A Night's Sleep And Perhaps A Breakfast, And The Sun Lights A Hill On The Distance, A Hill I Know I Shall Walk Across An Hour Or Two Thence, And It Is Green And Silken To My Eye, And The Clouds Have Begun Their Slow, Fat Rolling Journey Across The Sky, No Land In The World Can Inspire Such Love In A Common Man.

I'd Have To Struggle To Find A Subject In Which I Can't Get Some Kind Of Interested Pulse Started.

The One Joy That Has Kept Me Going Through Life Has Been The Fact That Stories Unite Us. To See You As You Listen To Me Now, As You Have Always Listened To Me, Is To Know This: What I Can Believe, You Can Believe. And The Way We All See Our Story-not Just As Irish People But As Flesh And Blood Individuals And Not The Way People Tell Us To See It-that's What We Own, No Matter Who We Are And Where We Come From.

I Never Met A Librarian Worth His Or Her Salt Who Didn't Perceive My Passion For Books.