For some reason, we think that poetry is this thing you do on the side, once you get your math done or your science done. Same thing with writing or any of the things we call “the arts” – there’s this idea that they’re just an elective, they’re just decoration, and they have nothing to do with our survival … or why we can stand to be here.
That’s the reason I’ve made it to 53 – because of finding these things that poetry or painting or place contain. That’s the stuff of mental health, and we ignore it at our peril.
"There are a lot of ‘Irish’ pubs in America, but they just don’t have the ‘craic.’ You know the word ‘craic,’ don’t you? Craic is a special fun atmosphere that Irish people can produce. Some Irish people have more craic than others. There are all kinds of craic. There’s good craic, mighty craic, savage craic, and deadly craic. Then there are boring people who have no fun inside of them. We call that minus craic."
"So what separates a great barber from an average barber?" “Well, I can only speak from my own experience. But I learned a lot of rules in school, and I didn’t really get good until I had the confidence to break them.”