I Think I Survived By Running Away

Recovering Alcoholic Guys Wake Up In The Morning, And They Have To Think Of A Reason To Get Up, And Then, Once They're Up, To Not Have A Drink. It's Like All These Little Heroic Battles They Have That They Fight With And Against Every Day Of Their Lives.

In Bed At Night, I Could Be Reading Some Book, And I'll Come Across A Sentence That's Totally Unrelated To Some Scene I Did Years Ago. But I'll Play The Scene Back In My Mind And Think, I Did That Wrong - I Should've Opened The Door More Slowly.

I Don't Know If I'm A Strict Parent Or A Pushover.

Yes, I'm Catholic; I'm Proud Of It. But I Had Lots Of Protestant Friends.

It's An Extraordinary Thing, This Tiny Little Province Of Northern Ireland, Where Carnage Happened. And I Was Part Of It. I Grew Up In It.