Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.

“That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loath…”

“Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just …”

“Once in an endless meadow, just able to peer through the tawny haze of the gras…”

“Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.”