That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.
Some mornings you wake up and think, gee I look handsome today. Other days I think, what am I doing in the movies? I wanna go back to Ireland and drive a forklift.