You Know, There Must Be

To Marry The Irish Is To Look For Poverty.

You Know, There Must Be Happiness Somewhere, When A Lawyer Dies.

The Inhabitants Will Always See Both Sides Of An Argument So Long As It Can Result In A Fight.

I Remember One Letter From A Girl In A Midwestern Town Who Read One Of My Books And Thought She Had Discovered It- That No One Had Ever Read It Or Knew About It. Then One Day In Her Local Library She Found Cards For One Or Two Of My Other Books. They Were Full Of Names- The Books Were Borrowed All The Time. She Resented This A Bit And Then Walked Around The Town Looking In Everybody's Face And Wondering If They Were The Ones Who Were Reading My Books. That Is Someone I Write For.

When I Die, I Want To Decompose In A Barrel Of Porter And Have It Served In All The Pubs In Dublin. I Wonder Would They Know It Was Me?