Show me an Irishman who can't tell a story - I don't think they exist.

Now, I've got to tell you: 'In Our Mothers House,' I don't think is for a kindergartner.

When you come from a family of storytellers, you're doomed. You just have to tell stories.

Until we learn to honor and respect what other people believe, I think we are doomed.

My family always encouraged my drawing ability. Kids in school who teased me about my reading would get out of their seats and stand behind my desk as I worked and go, 'Wow, you can really draw.' Later, I earned a degree in Fine Art and got a Ph.D. in Art History.

Maybe one of you can enlighten me, but I just don't understand why it is so hard to be kind to one another?