Free Love Is Too Expensive.

I Got Quite Bored, Serving In The Bar. Since I Was There, The Customers Wouldn't Talk About Women, And With Half Their Subject Matter Denied Them, It Was: Horses, Silence; Horses, Silence.

I Went To A Very Militantly Republican Grammar School And, Under Its Influence, Began To Revolt Against The Establishment, On Thesimple Rule Of Thumb, Highly Satisfying To A Ten-year-old, That Irish Equals Good, English Equals Bad.

I'm Not Good Enough To Be A Saint And Not Bad Enough To Be Interesting.

It Did Not Seem To Me That Prejudice, Poverty, Discrimination, Repression And Racism Were Confined To The North Of Ireland. I Could See Them Everywhere I Spoke And Still Cannot Comprehend The Mentality That Argues That I Should Have Pretended Not To See Them, Because It Wasn't My Business.

Yesterday I Dared To Struggle. Today I Dare To Win.