Irish playwright, poet, prose writer, and collector of folklore (1871-1909).
Born April 16th, 1871 in Rathfarnham. [ref]
Died March 24th, 1909 at 37 years old in Dublin (lymphoma). [ref]
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner