J.P. Donleavy

“The sun of Sunday morning up out of the sleepless sea from black Liverpool. Sitting on the rocks over the water with a jug of coffee. Down there along the harbor pier, trippers in bright colors. Sails moving out to sea. Young couples climbing the Balscaddoon Road to the top of Kilrock to search out grass and lie between the furze. A cold green sea breaking whitely along the granite coast. A day on which all things are born, like uncovered stars.”
― J.P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man

“The purpose of writing is to make your mother and father drop dead with shame.”
― J.P. Donleavy

“Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady.”
― J.P. Donleavy, The Lady Who Liked Clean Restrooms: The Chronicle Of One Of The Strangest Stories Ever To Be Rumoured About Around New York

“Writing is turning life's worst moments into money.”
― J.P. Donleavy

“When I'm dead, I hope it may be said: his sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
― J.P. Donleavy