John Millington Synge

The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn't. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.

Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.

But I will say that living in Ireland has changed the cadence and fullness of speech, since the Irish love words and use as many of them in a sentence as possible.

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

I am just a quiet reclusive person who has managed to hang around for a while.