My Parents Were Sixty Years Married.

It's A Big Con Job. We Have Sold The Myth Of Dublin As A Sexy Place Incredibly Well; Because It Is A Dreary Little Dump Most Of The Time.

I Wasn't Even Aware Of The Year Of The Family. I Couldn't Give A Toss. These Things - The Year Of The Family, The Year Of The Three-legged Dog. I Think It's All Trash.

It Was A Sign Of Growing Up, When The Dark Made No More Difference To You Than The Day.

No Matter How Close To Personal Experience A Story Might Be, Inevitably You Are Going To Get To A Part That Isn't Yours And, Actually, Whether It Happened Or Not Becomes Irrelevant. It Is All About Choosing The Right Words.

I Write Short Stories When A Little Idea Occurs To Me, That I Know Isn't A Part Of A Novel That Will Stand By Itself And Should Be Concentrated.