My mother adores singing and plays piano. My uncle was a phenomenal pianist. My brother John is a double bassist. I used to play the piano, badly, and cello. My brother Peter played violin.
Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.
There is a great relief in experiencing the worst vicariously.
I'm not afraid of chaos and I'm happy talking to strangers. I really love not knowing where I'm going.
Irish people are educated not only about artistry but local history.
I once saw my mother playing Mary Magdalene in a parish event. But she had to put the role aside in order to go and front the choir who were singing at the same occasion. She left the stage halfway through the Crucifixion.
I just think that things should be allowed to run their course, and not turned into a Disney ride.
This whole tribal loyalty seems to have gone.
To be honest I live among the English and have always found them to be very honest in their business dealings. They are noble, hard-working and anxious to do the right thing. But joy eludes them, they lack the joy that the Irish have.
The energy released by it is enormous and it becomes quite addictive, the power between the audience and the actor.
The word democracy has no meaning. Duty has gone. Only rights remain.
There once was a demographic survey done to determine if money was connected to happiness and Ireland was the only place where this did not turn out to be true.
A lot of Irish people perform. They perform in drawing rooms. They sing songs and they play piano.
Acting doesn't have to be threadbare misery all the time.
The Americans are very clear, and obsessed with nouns.
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