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
beautiful lovely world
It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.
food eating belly
After a full belly all is poetry.
christmas mother lonely
Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.
dance song tales
Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.
brother jobs dad
The master says it's a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says it's a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if there's anyone in the world who would like us to live. My brothers are dead and my sister is dead and I wonder if they died for Ireland or the Faith. Dad says they were too young to die for anything. Mam says it was disease and starvation and him never having a job. Dad says, Och, Angela, puts on his cap and goes for a long walk
dad son sickness
I asked my dad what afflicted meant and he said 'Sickness son, and things that don't fit.
happens
Keep scribbling! Something will happen.
children heart mean
You never know when you might come home and find Mam sitting by the fire chatting with a woman and a child, strangers. Always a woman and child. Mam finds them wandering the streets and if they ask, Could you spare a few pennies, miss? her heart breaks. She never has money so she invites them home for tea and a bit of fried bread and if it's a bad night she'll let them sleep by the fire on a pile of rags in the corner. The bread she gives them always means less for us and if we complain she says there are always people worse off and we can surely spare a little from what we have.
childhood catholic ordinary
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
empty-mind house world
Stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it.
teenager ignorance thinking
Where did I get the nerve to think I could handle American teenagers? Ignorance. That's where I got the nerve.
workout sky-is-the-limit experience
The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.
giving credit too-much
You have to give yourself credit, not too much because that would be bragging.
nice people tea
I told her tea bags were just a convenience for people with busy lives and she said no one is so busy they can't take time to make a decent cup of tea and if you are that busy you don't deserve a decent cup of tea for what is it all about anyway? Are we put into this world to be busy or to chat over a nice cup of tea?