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NEIL GAIMAN near Kinsale, County Cork 15 January 2001
You're the wildcard Mac. I've thought that since the beginning. This thing thinks you're epic. So do I. -Barrons
Watcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?...
I'll do macrame, punk
Ronan and Declan Lynch were undeniably brothers, with the same dark brown hair and sharp nose, but Declan was solid where Ronan was brittle. Declan's wide jaw and smile said Vote for me while Ronan's buzzed head and thin mouth warned that this species was dangerous.
James Joyce's Ulysses
Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham's name. Mac likes to say, We're Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie ... he broke me.
Holy Hottie-McHotters!
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
I knew Mac pretty well. I'd used them when I was younger.
You know, every time it comes, every time that light comes on or every time that camera comes on, every time that microphone comes on, the Mac Man seek and destroy.
So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal
" Annabelle tried to break in.
MacMillian pinched the bridge of his nose. Conspiracy theories, secret societies ... what the hell had he gotten himself into? What was next? Vampires? Werewolves?
We all knew that you'd eventually end up with Macallan. I guess I should be offended, but maybe I read too many romance novels to no want to cheer for the two best friends.
I am an Irishman, sir." "Irish Irish?" "Yes, sir.
Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.
Who and what are you?" "You called my name when you released me the first time," he said impatiently. " 'Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I'm but a man.
It was Mac who first made me think about the way food brought people together - and kept them apart.
She's like that first taste of something you can't have - that priceless sip of Macallan poured neat - and no matter how many times you're lucky enough to get just a splash more, it's never enough to get you drunk...
The sip of Macallan that ruins you for all others.
The MacGuffin is that thing which is most important to us - that most essential thing. The audience will supply it, each member for himself.
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
So help me, Mac, if you manage to kill me I will ruin your eternity. You will be the most miserable man to live forever.
The elder Miss Larkin
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second F***ing skin.
It is Patrick the Legend, of course, who is most engaging and comes to us as something of a happy Celtic party monster.
Ya see I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun.
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on!
Irish improves a poet.
Draiocht.
It's the Gaelic word for magic That is what you are, Ella Mae. You are Other. You are magical.
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
John D. MacDonald is by any standards a better writer than Saul Bellow, only MacDonald writes thrillers and Bellow is a human-heart chap, so guess who wears the top-grade laurels?
Irish fiction is full of secrets, guilty pasts, divided identities. It is no wonder that there is such a rich tradition of Gothic writing in a nation so haunted by history.
The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.
You've just provided me with the makings of one hell of a weekend in Dublin.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Don't you get it, Mac? I just need you. Wherever we go, whatever we do, I'll be happy because I'm with you. You are my home.
Bram, Linden, and Lachlan McGregor. The Scottish trifecta of hot guys.
You had something. What was it?" he demanded.
"An alcohol-laced kiss," I said tightly. "Two, to be precise."
"From who?"
"From whom,I believe is the correct phrasing."
"All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?"
Mac and Barrons
A Big Mac - the communion wafer of consumption.
If we turn to early Irish literature, as we naturally may, to see what sort of people the Irish were in the infancy of the race, we find ourselves wandering in delighted bewilderment through a darkness shot with lightning and purple flame.
For some reason I was unable to call him by his only given name. Niall Stella was a two man honor. Like Prince Harry or Jesus Christ.
I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.
I am an unusual Irishman. I'm probably Ireland's third most famous Jewish son.
Tony McManus is the best Celtic guitarist in the world.
My first thought when I came here was that I understood why there are so many great Irish writers - because there is something mystical in the air. There's always this cloudy, moody sky and it's challenging.
Logan McCade. Paging Logan 'Pantyripper' McCade. Please return to your conference call.
The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scotts as a joke, but the Scotts haven't seen the joke yet.
So all we know about Hugh MacLean is that his financial situation is unclear, he has an unknown number of illegitimate children, and the family curse is true. I've caught quiet a prize!
He is the cheese to my macaroni.
In 1903, Sir James Power, Lord Mayor of Dublin, was surprised to note on a transatlantic trip that the typical Irish immigrant in America was now "not merely a hewer of wood and a drawer of water." In fact, he remarked that they are "found occupying...respectable positions in society.
Bernie Mac is happy.
Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
I have encountered on this long road an enthusiasm for an Irishness which will be built on recognising again those sources from which spring the best of our reason and curiosity.
At this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.
Jericho."
"Mac."
"Thank you for saving my life. Again.
In the spirit of the Irish people, Osama bin Laden, you can kiss my royal Irish ass!
My dad calls me 'Mac' a lot, from 'Mike Tyson's Punch Out' - Little Mac is the main character. I was obsessed. I can still beat Mike Tyson on 'Punch Out.'
Irish is a leprechaun language.
Supreme egotism and utter seriousness are necessary for the greatest accomplishment, and these the Irish find hard to sustain; at some point, the instinct to see life in a comic light becomes irresistible, and ambition falls before it
I just bought a Mac to help me design the next Cray.
If you ask an Irishman for directions, he might be quick to answer, Well if I were going there, I would not start here.
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
Each county has usually some family, or personage, supposed to have been favoured or plagued, especially by the phantoms, as the Hackets of Castle Hacket, Galway, who had for their ancestor a fairy, or John-o'-Daly of Lisadell, Sligo, who wrote Eilleen Aroon,
CUNNINGHAM. Publicist at Regis McKenna's firm who handled Apple in the early Macintosh years. MICHAEL EISNER. Hard-driving
Irish gardens beat all for horror. With 19 gardeners, Lord Talbot of Malahide has produced an affair exactly like a suburban golf course.
A driver had been sent to meet us. He was gray-haired, short, and nimble and introduced himself. I am Patrick and so is every fourth man in Ireland, and the ones in between are named Sean or Mick or Finn, and I'll be driving you.
You really are one mad Irish motherfucker.
When I die, Dublin will be written on my heart.
What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho
MacMillian steepled his fingers on the head of his cane. Anticipation rose in his chest. Lena and Cyrus Alan might have an advantage over him when it came to hunting ghosts, but this was where he excelled. This part of the game was all about patterns. He saw patterns. Always had.
Her name was Senga. You have to love Glasgow; once everyone figured we had enough people named Agnes, they just reversed the letters and started again. Hillcoat
May you always have a friend that is worth that name. Irish blessing
Where would the Irish be without someone to be Irish at?
Would you mind getting a picture of us?
"Anything for one of Miss McLachlan's fans."
He looks like the cat that swallowed the canary.
"I take some mighty fine pictures of Miss McLachlan, if I do say so myself.
Scottish-Americans tell you that if you want to identify tartans, it's easy - you simply look under the kilt, and if it's a quarter-pounder, you know it's a McDonald's.
Mac knocks on the door. After he updates Spider, he asks, "Do you have your weapon with you?"
"Yes, it's like my American Express card. I never leave home without it." Mac hears Spider lock and load the weapon. Reassured that Spider is going to be all right, he walks out the front door.
What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
A Bongaloo, Son," said I,
Is a tall bag of cheese
Plus a Chinaman's knees
And the leg of a nanny goat's eye
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
May the next man in McKenna's life be one of those heroes in a romance novel - rich, good-looking and perfect in every way.
I'm a little younger than these guys, but I would say all of us are huge fans of the original 'MacGyver' series, and obviously we found that inspiration for the original pitch for 'MacGruber.'
An Irishman's wife gave birth to twins. Her husband wanted to know who the other man was.
Nameless McBitchypants
I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.
I mean, who wants to be the fucking goddess of macrame?
When's the last time you walked by a pub in Dublin and heard Irish music? When's the last time you ordered a coffee and heard an Irish accent?
Great Paddy Shits in the Mornin', Elora! He's a vampire! No' a stray dog!
Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
There's a real mischievousness about Irishmen, don't you find?
I come from the Lynchs of Sligo. You know, I went there, but I looked in the phone book and there are nine million Lynches in Sligo.
Making an Irishness to be proud of in a real Republic. It is the vision of a real Republic where life and language, where ideals and experience have the ring of authenticity which we need now as we go forward.
One of Scotland's most important cultural exports - stories.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Ulick Norman Owen.
Holy hell! Bryan "Mac" McMillan kissed her. Then grinned. And then winked.
Each Australian is a Ulysses.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
Niall Ferguson is an intellectual fraud whose job, for years, has been to impress dumb, rich Americans with his accent and flatter them with his writings.
We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.