Young writers should keep out of pubs and remember that the cliche way of the artistic life is a lie.

I want to reveal in a simple way the usual - and unusual - life of the city; the corporation workman, the busmen, policemen, the civil servants, the theatres, Moore Street and also, what occupies so large a place in Dublin's life, the literary and artistic.

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

Yeats, protected to some extent by the Nationalistic movement, wrote out of a somewhat protected world, and so his work does not touch life deeply.

Life is a re-discovery.

Life is a game. Money is how we keep score.