# Ginger Man

- Author: [J. P. Donleavy](https://www.leafyquotes.com/j-p-donleavy.md)
- Quotes: 22
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/j-p-donleavy/ginger-man

## Quotes

> "What are you going to do in London?"
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> "Rest from the eyes. Ever notice the eyes along the street. Ever notice them? Looking for something. And in this fine cultured city it's me."

p. 239

> "I'm suspicious about people interested in saving other people's souls."

p. 214

> "Mr Dangerfield, why don't you believe in hell and things like that?"
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> "Hell is for poor people."

p. 228

> "Turn to gangsterism."
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> "Sebastian, I couldn't."
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> "Tone, pride has you at its mercy."
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> "Has me by the very ballocks."
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> "Tony, I think a pint would see us right."
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> "I think you're right for the first time since you last said that."

p. 277

> All I want
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> Is one break
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> Which is not
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> My neck.

p. 319

> "What the hell have I got to show for all the time I've been over here? Nothing. And it's because of people like you. The Irish are all the same wherever they go. Faces compressed into masks of suffering. Complaining and excuses. And the Irish rasping, squabbling and bickering. Hear me? I'm sick of it. I hate it. I thought you got places where you learned to be an electrician. Good steady job. Good money. Have kids. I don't want kids. I don't want to be sucked down. And listen to some priested mick saying this is the second Sunday after Pentecost, there will be a communion breakfast next Sunday, and I want to see you all put a dollar in the basket. And every time I get a chance to get out of it, something screws me."

p. 217

> "Now kneel down in that booth while I give ye me special yule blessing. Get down in that booth. I know you're standing, you dirty ould cheat. Get down. For Jesus, what are you doing, ripping the phone out? Repeat after me, the Lord is my shepherd as I am one of his sheared sheep."
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> "The Lord is my shepherd as I am one of his sheared sheep."

p. 338

> How small we make our worlds. Gather them in, tighten them up into little castles of fear.

p. 264

> "And I've something to tell you in strict confidence so spread it everywhere."

p. 330

> They say there is good in everyone. If you just give them a chance. And a good boot in the arse.

p. 297

> I comforted her with readings from this Aquinas because he says it's good for you. And I said, tenderly earwards, heads on the pillow, that from manure, lilies grow. To know the real goodness one had to be bad and of sin. What good is it to God for a child to be born pure, to live purely and die purely. Where was the grace in that shallow, white sterility? You don't want that stuff. No. Get down it, down. The greatest whiteness is touched with black. The righteous were a sneaky bunch anyway.

p. 210

> They crossed the street and O'Keefe bought an Irish Times and moved jauntily over the bridge, both filled with a torrent of words bled from O'Keefe's excitement and memories of Dublin. They looked a curious pair and a group of small boys called after them, Jews, Jews, and O'Keefe spun back with an accusing finger, Irish, Irish, and they stood barefoot in silence.
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> "That's what I like about Ireland, so open about hatreds."

p. 44

> Hearts clicking. Remember that. Just so many times and click, we go away in this roofless world.

p. 205

> "Takes two to congress."

p. 206

> Across the Butt Bridge. Covered with torn newspapers and hulking toothless old men watching out the last years. They're bored. I know you've been in apprenticeships and that there was a moment when you were briefly respected for an opinion. Be in the sight of God soon. He'll be shocked. But there's happiness up there, gentlemen. All white and gold. Acetylene lighted sky. And when you go, go third class. You damn bastards.

p. 32

> "By all means come in, Kenneth."
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> "Some place. What holds it up?"
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> "Faith."

p. 11

> A change of scene is good for a change of mind.

p. 120

> But Jesus, when you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health, you worry about getting rupture or something. If everything is simply jake then you're frightened of death.

p. 45

> And dear God
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> Give me strength
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> To put my shoulder
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> To the wheel
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> And push
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> Like the rest.

p. 34

> "I know this is a dreadful inconvenience for you, Miss Frost. I want you to know I really appreciate it. I have till now counted my friends on a hand of amputated fingers."

p. 205

> Reach over and press this buzzer for action.
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> A young man's raw face flicked around the door.
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> "Good morning, Mr. Dangerfield."
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> "A fine spring morning, a double and some Woodbines."
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> "Certainly, sir. Early today?"
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> "Little business to attend to."
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> "It's always business isn't it."
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> "O aye."
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> Some fine cliches there. Should be encouraged. Too many damn people trying to be different. Coining phrases when a good platitude would do and save anxiety.

p. 31

> Four o'clock on this oblong Tuesday, Sebastian pushing through the door of a secret public house, moved cautiously to an empty space at the bar. Bartender suspiciously approaching him.
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> "I want a triple Irish, Gold Label. Quickly please."
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> "Sir, I'm afraid I can't serve you."
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> "You what?"
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> "Can't serve you, sir, rules of the house, you've had enough to drink."
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> "I've had enough to drink? What on earth do you mean?"
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> "I think, sir, you've had sufficient unto your needs now. I think you've had enough now."
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> "This is contemptible."
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> "Peacefully sir, now. Keep the peace. When you're sober, sir, now, be very glad to serve you. Little sleep. You'll be fine."
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> "Frightful outrage. Are you sure you're not drunk yourself?"
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> "Now sir, a place and time for everything."
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> "Well for Jesus sake."
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> Sebastian turned from the bar pushed out through the door and along the street. In dazed condition.

p. 118