Now listen lads, I'm not happy with our tackling. We're hurting them but they keep getting up.
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Nationality: Irish Type: Playwright Born: July 21, 1928 Death: May 30, 2002 |
“It is, finally, a word is untimely in three different senses, and bearing it as one's treasure will not win one anyone's favours; one rather risks finding oneself outside everyone's camp... Beauty is the word that shall be our first.”
“I didn't write this song. Someone was talking in a room. I just wrote down everything they said.”