In Ireland There’s No Such Thing As

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

I Have Raced Against The Clock Since I Went Into Advertising At The Age Of Eighteen.

I Made Real Sacrifices And Took Big Risks. But Living, It Seems To Me, Is Largely About Risk.

Publishing Is, By Its Nature, About Deadlines, And Deadlines Are Toxic.

The Firefly Only Shines When On The Wing, So It Is With Us--when We Stop, We Darken.