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
house mind world
Your mind is a treasure house that you should stock well and it's the one part of you the world can't interfere with.
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.
teacher
The main thing I am interested in is my experience as a teacher.
teacher world
There's nothing sillier in the world than a teacher telling you don't do it after you already did it.
kissing emotional mouths
Before the famine, which was in the 1840s, that was an emotional turning point... There are various documents showing how the Elizabethan English, in particular, were shocked by Irish displays of affection, by the way women acted toward strangers, walking up and putting their arms around them and kissing them right full on the mouth.
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.
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.
dream american-dream fantasy
I am not living the American Dream; I am living the American fantasy.
teaching storytelling
I am teaching. Storytelling is teaching
wonder enough hyphens
It's not enough to be American. You always have to be something else, Irish-American, German-American, and you'd wonder how they'd get along if someone hadn't invented the hyphen
christmas memories kind
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
happy hard recalls
Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.
potatoes enough mashed-potatoes
Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him.
teacher world
Teacher? I never dreamed I could rise so high in the world