Frank McCourt
Frank McCourt
Francis "Frank" McCourtwas an Irish-American teacher and writer. He won a Pulitzer Prize for his book, Angela's Ashes, a tragicomic memoir of the misery and squalor of his childhood...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionEntrepreneur
Date of Birth14 August 1953
CountryIreland
eyebrow great innocent knew maybe nobody shower washed week
All those smells... and the kids, we were the great unwashed... nobody ever knew what a shower was... We washed maybe from eyebrow to chin, week after week after week. Our crotches were innocent of water." ()
snow forever teeth
They can afford to smile because they all have teeth so dazzling if they dropped them in the snow they'd be lost forever.
teacher world
Teacher? I never dreamed I could rise so high in the world
age graves staring
You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.
book responsibility creating
First of all there is always that artistic challenge of creating something. Or the particular experience to take slum life in that period and make something out of it in the form of a book. And then I felt some kind of responsibility to my family.
ghetto thinking church
I admire certain priests and nuns who go off on their own and do God's work on their own, who help in the ghettos, but as far as the institution of the church is concerned, I think it is despicable.
book thinking titles
I think I settled on the title before I ever wrote the book.
lying kids two
Andy says, I don't understand how they can give loans to people who want to spend two weeks lying on the sand at the goddam Jersey shore and then turn down a woman with three kids hanging on by her fingernails.
glowing clothes america
I had no accomplishments except surviving. But that isn't enough in the community where I came from, because everybody was doing it. So I wasn't prepared for America, where everybody is glowing with good teeth and good clothes and food.
writing performing
I'm more interested in writing than in performing.
teaching storytelling
I am teaching. Storytelling is teaching
mother dream school
I appealed to my mother. I told her it wasn't fair the way the whole family was invading my dreams and she said, Arrah, for the love o' God, drink your tea and go to school and stop tormenting us with your dreams.
potatoes enough mashed-potatoes
Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him.
children prayer school
I know that big people don't like questions from children. They can ask all the questions they like, How's school? Are you a good boy? Did you say your prayers? but if you ask them did they say their prayers you might be hit on the head.