I grew up my whole life in Ireland and obviously sound very, very Irish. I feel like it's just one of those things that just charms the socks off of people.

I think if my child died I would prefer it if I were dead.

Learning is the most important thing, no mater how you do it, or where you do it, or who you do it with.

The written word can be powerful and beautiful - but films transport us to another place in a way that even the most evocative words never can.

I try as best as I can to have a normal life. People recognise you, of course, and that's very strange. But I sort of leave my working life behind when I go home. That's my other world.

Everyone thinks I'm ethereal. But I'm not like that, you know. I'm not ethereal. Well, I might have a little bit of that quality to me, that 'old soul' thing, but I'm not ethereal.

If you don't have eyebrows, you don't really have a face.

The 1916 uprising was kind of the most important rebellion in Ireland's fight for independence that had been going on for 700 years. So it's a very important moment in history for us.

I've never really felt like I was a child actor. Just an actor who happened to be quite young.

My name means freedom in Irish.

It's too distracting to read about yourself. You want to be perfect and you want everyone to love you, and that's never going to happen.

Every day, work harder on yourself than anything else. ‘Cause if you become more intelligent, more valuable, more skilled, you can add more value to other people.

I didn't know you were bringing the mundane." His blue eyes flicked uneasily over Simon. "That's what I like about you people," said Simon. "You always make me feel so welcome.

I have led a pretty colorful life.

The general laws of Nature are not, for the most part, immediate objects of perception.

An intention that rejects what has no meaning in fact is a rejection of the entirety of being.

We only hear what we listen for.

On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press was found at last!

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

Why did the mushroom go to the party? Because he's a fungi!

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.