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
simple laughing decision
There are so many ways of saying Hi. Hiss it, trill it, bark it, sing it, bellow it, laugh it, cough it. A simple stroll in the hallway calls for paragraphs, sentences in your head, decisions galore.
kids thinking ems
Just let them sit in the goddam sun. But the world won't let them because there's nothing more dangerous than letting old farts sit in the sun. They might be thinking. Same thing with kids. Keep 'em busy or they might start thinking.
gun race self
I must congratulate myself, in passing, for never having lost the ability to examine my conscience, never having lost the gift of finding myself wanting & defective. Why fear the criticism of others when you, yourself, are first out of the critical gate? If self-denigration is the race I am the winner, even before the starting gun. Collect the bets.
mean jewels mouths
I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.
baseball team believe
I've stated before that my number one priority as the steward of the Dodgers is winning, and I believe that hiring Ned is a step in that direction. With his genuine passion for baseball, his intimate knowledge of all aspects of the game, and solid leadership skills, I am confident that Ned's experience will help the Dodgers put a winning team on the field, year-in and year-out.
snakes leaving skins
I'm not one of those James Joyce intellectuals who can stand back and look at the whole edifice... It was a slow process for me to just crawl out of it, like a snake leaving his skin behind.
childhood ashes happy-childhood
The happy childhood is hardly worth your while.
mother brother uncles
In the high school classroom you are a drill sergent, a rabbi, a shoulder to cry on, a disciplinarian, a singer, a low-level scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counselor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, a collaborator, a tap dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, a bookeeper, a critic, a psychologist, the last straw.
wife too-much ready
I can't go too much into my domestic life because there are ex-wives ready to do me in.
happiness believe too-much
I don't believe in happiness anyway... it's too much of an American pastime, this search for happiness. Just forget happiness and enjoy your misery.
book writing matter
I just have to proceed as usual. No matter what happens, nothing helps with the writing of the next book.
notebook writing years
I've been writing in notebooks for 40 years or so.
morning night noses
There’s no use saying anything in the schoolyard because there’s always someone with an answer and there’s nothing you can do but punch them in the nose and if you were to punch everyone who has an answer you’d be punching morning noon and night.
mother childhood missing
Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s love Till she’s buried beneath the clay.