272 Quotes by Frank McCourt

Saturday night when you have a few shillings in your pocket is the most delicious night of the week.

If you have anything to say, shut up!

Stock your minds and you can move through the world resplendent.

If ’tis a sin, I don’t give a Fiddler’s fart!

There’s no use asking more questions. If you ask a question they tell you it’s a mystery, you’ll understand when you grow up, be a good boy, ask your mother, ask your father, for the love o’ Jesus leave me alone, go out and play.

He knows how it is to leave Ireland, did it himself and never got over it. You live in Los Angeles with sun and palm trees day in day out and you ask God if there’s any chance He could give you one soft rainy Limerick day.

Inertia is, perhaps, the single most powerful stumbling block to writing. It takes energy, courage, patience, and commitment to keep writing in your journal. It’s no small thing to open doors, let down barriers, enter sealed rooms, and walk obscure avenues of memory that haven’t been traveled in years – or perhaps ever been traveled.

When the dark clouds flutter like bats in my head I wish I could open a window and release them.

Then he placed on my tongue the wafer, the body and blood of Jesus. At last, at last. It’s on my tongue. I draw it back. It stuck. I had God glued to the roof of my mouth. I could hear the master’s voice, Don’t let that host touch your teeth for if you bite God in two you’ll roast in hell for eternity. I tried to get God down with my tongue but the priest hissed at me, Stop that clucking and get back to your seat.