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No, it did a lot of other things, too. [turning down fan who asked to kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses By James Joyce

Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals. By James Joyce

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. By James Joyce

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned. By James Joyce

It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life. By James Joyce

no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns By James Joyce

Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, By James Joyce

He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage. By James Joyce

But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines. By James Joyce

Why was he doubly irritated?Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget. By James Joyce

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. By James Joyce

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically. By James Joyce

There's music along the river For Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair. By James Joyce

Lips kissed, kissing kissed. By James Joyce

I read in that Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse. By James Joyce

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman. By James Joyce

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy. By James Joyce

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future. By James Joyce

The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action. By James Joyce

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. By James Joyce

Ere the hour of the twattering of bards in the twitterlitter between Druidia and the Deepsleep Sea By James Joyce

Why was the host (victim predestined) sad? He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should by him not be told. By James Joyce

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human. By James Joyce

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends? By James Joyce

And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. By James Joyce

I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. By James Joyce

The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris. By James Joyce

We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kindgom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land. By James Joyce

[ ... ] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend. By James Joyce

We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be tell the end of the chapter ... A priest-ridden Godforsaken race. By James Joyce

Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May!Love is unhappy when love is away! By James Joyce

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide. By James Joyce

There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin. By James Joyce

nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. By James Joyce

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America. By James Joyce

The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. By James Joyce

How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys! By James Joyce

Love me. Love my umbrella. By James Joyce

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory. By James Joyce

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory. By James Joyce

He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. By James Joyce

Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. By James Joyce

Even if we are often led to desire through the sense of beauty can you say that the beautiful is what we desire? By James Joyce

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses By James Joyce

Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning, I just don't care what my thwarters think. By James Joyce

King Solomon says in Proverbs that there is nothing new under the sun. By James Joyce

There is an art in lighting a fire. We have the liberal arts and we have the useful arts. This is one of the useful arts. By James Joyce

Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. By James Joyce

He knew the way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th By James Joyce

We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we start from scratch. By James Joyce

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside. By James Joyce

His monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes.. By James Joyce

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. By James Joyce

It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. By James Joyce

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. By James Joyce

I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear. By James Joyce

And, as a mere matter of ficfect, I tell of myself how I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes globes (...) By James Joyce

Deal with him, Hemingway! By James Joyce

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue... By James Joyce

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. By James Joyce

Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and a bottle. By James Joyce

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. By James Joyce

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. By James Joyce

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher. By James Joyce

Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined. By James Joyce

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude. By James Joyce

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. By James Joyce

Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not happy in your? Twang. It snapped. By James Joyce

What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way? By James Joyce

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it. By James Joyce

When I find a lady who is content with her own picture I will send a bouquet to the Pope By James Joyce

Ena milo melomon, frai is frau and swee is too, swee is two when swoo is free, ana mala woe is we! By James Joyce

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character. By James Joyce

It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve. By James Joyce

He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. By James Joyce

(...) and, as a matter of fict, by my halfwife, (...) By James Joyce

I know by heart the places he likes to saale, delvan first and duvlin after, by dredgerous lands and devious delts By James Joyce

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life. By James Joyce

Wipe your glosses with what you know. By James Joyce

And thanks be to God, Johnny, said Mr Dedalus, that we lived so long and did so little harm. By James Joyce

Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good. By James Joyce

Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat! By James Joyce

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction? By James Joyce

You cannot eat your cake and have it. By James Joyce

Oh rocks!' says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. 'Tell us in plain words. By James Joyce

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. By James Joyce

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak. By James Joyce

Her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical. By James Joyce

He found trivial all that was meant to charm him and did not answer the glances which invited him to be bold. By James Joyce

He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage. By James Joyce

The park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself! By James Joyce

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this? By James Joyce

( ... ) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop. By James Joyce

He said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea ... By James Joyce

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. By James Joyce

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out. By James Joyce

Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet! By James Joyce

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. By James Joyce

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies. By James Joyce

They listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. By James Joyce

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name? By James Joyce

When I die, Dublin will be written on my heart. By James Joyce

His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. By James Joyce

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you everytelling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. By James Joyce

He imagined that he stood near Emma in a wide land and, humbly and in tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve. By James Joyce

Let my country die for me. By James Joyce

The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart. By James Joyce

Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend. By James Joyce

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me. By James Joyce

A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes. By James Joyce

So he had sunk to the state of a beast that licks his chaps after meat. By James Joyce

Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. By James Joyce

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. By James Joyce

The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius. By James Joyce

His eyes were dimmed with tears, and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost. By James Joyce

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea. By James Joyce

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. By James Joyce

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. By James Joyce

Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed ... By James Joyce

Kyrie ! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind. By James Joyce

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions. By James Joyce

And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and by Jesus he near throttled him. By James Joyce

Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains. By James Joyce

Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody's body. By James Joyce

Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. By James Joyce

A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. By James Joyce

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail. By James Joyce

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all! By James Joyce

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole life to reading my works. By James Joyce

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. By James Joyce

Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic. By James Joyce

YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes...YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes -- Molly Bloom By James Joyce

Children must be educated by love, not punishment. By James Joyce

Look at the woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. By James Joyce

A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her. By James Joyce

I am proud to be an emotionalist. By James Joyce

Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts. By James Joyce

Fall if you will, but rise you must. By James Joyce

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. By James Joyce

Skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his By James Joyce

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world. By James Joyce

I want to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book. By James Joyce

If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps ... By James Joyce

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods. By James Joyce

For journalists words are simply tokens to be arranged and rearranged indifferently. But for an artist there can be only one ideal order. By James Joyce

He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. By James Joyce

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description By James Joyce

School and home seem to recede from us and their influences upon us seemed to wane. By James Joyce

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead. By James Joyce

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. By James Joyce

O Jamesy let me up out of this pooh By James Joyce

Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will there's his Wall By James Joyce

He longed to be master of her strange mood. By James Joyce

The world is before you By James Joyce

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction. By James Joyce

A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars. By James Joyce

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. By James Joyce

My mind rejects the whole present social order and Christianity - home, the recognised virtues, classes of life, and religious doctrines By James Joyce

Peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: By James Joyce

Masturbation! The amazing availability of it! By James Joyce

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back. By James Joyce

Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude ... By James Joyce

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. By James Joyce

I think of you so often you have no idea. By James Joyce

Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall. By James Joyce

Wipe your glasses with what you know. By James Joyce

The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his joyicity. By James Joyce

Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The Twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock. By James Joyce

Mistakes are the portals of discovery. By James Joyce

Oh Ireland my first and only loveWhere Christ and Caesar are hand in glove! By James Joyce

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on. By James Joyce

We'll meet again, we'll part once more. By James Joyce

Were all important in god's eyes. By James Joyce

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination By James Joyce

Too excited to be genuinely happy By James Joyce

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once ... By James Joyce

-I bar the candles, ... I bar the magic-lanternbusiness. By James Joyce

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? By James Joyce

Interpretations of interpretations interpreted. By James Joyce

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. By James Joyce

Redheaded women buck like goats. By James Joyce

Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. By James Joyce

The studious silence of the library ... Tranquil brightness. By James Joyce

The slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars. By James Joyce

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. By James Joyce

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am. By James Joyce

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow. By James Joyce

Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green ... By James Joyce

You can still die when the sun is shining. By James Joyce

Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. By James Joyce

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you. By James Joyce

The leaning of sophists toward the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant quantity. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the town. By James Joyce

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh By James Joyce

As you are now so once were we. By James Joyce

Nations have their ego, just like individuals. By James Joyce

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes. By James Joyce

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy. By James Joyce

She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband. By James Joyce

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life. By James Joyce

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history. By James Joyce

The trees do not resent autumn nordoes any exemplary thing in nature resent its limitations. By James Joyce

Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe. By James Joyce

Always see a fellows weak point in his wife. By James Joyce

Thought is the thought of thought. By James Joyce

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain. By James Joyce

You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you... By James Joyce

preacher's tone: By James Joyce

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart. By James Joyce

- O, to tell you the truth, retorted Gabriel suddenly, I'm sick of my own country, sick of it! By James Joyce

Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. By James Joyce

Life is the great teacher. By James Joyce

There was cold sunlight outside the window. By James Joyce

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. By James Joyce

I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul. By James Joyce

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life. By James Joyce

And I shall be misunderstord if understood to give an unconditional sinequam to the heroicised furibouts of the Nolanus theory, By James Joyce

- I think he died for me, she answered. By James Joyce

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name? By James Joyce

There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once. By James Joyce

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:A day of dappled seaborne clouds. By James Joyce

He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died. By James Joyce

Suck it yourself, sugarstick! By James Joyce

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question. By James Joyce

Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. By James Joyce

- What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners. By James Joyce

Quotations every day of the year. By James Joyce

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile. By James Joyce

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down. By James Joyce

Have read little and understood less. By James Joyce

I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe! By James Joyce

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. By James Joyce

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit. By James Joyce

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman. By James Joyce

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. By James Joyce

Signatures of all things I am here to read. By James Joyce

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body. By James Joyce

It surprised him to see that the play which he had known at rehearsals for a disjointed lifeless thing had suddenly assumed a life of its own. By James Joyce

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light. By James Joyce

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops. By James Joyce

And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father. By James Joyce

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening. By James Joyce

His wife was a little sharp-faced woman who bullied her husband when he was sober and was bullied by him when he was drunk. By James Joyce

All human history moves towards one great goal By James Joyce

The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here. By James Joyce

There's no police like Holmes. By James Joyce

For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. By James Joyce

Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? By James Joyce

O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. By James Joyce

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path. By James Joyce

A way a lone a last a loved a long the - By James Joyce

I'll tickle his catastrophe. By James Joyce

Life is too short to read bad books. By James Joyce

Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all. By James Joyce

God, these bloody English! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You By James Joyce

Every physical quality admired by men in women is in direct connection with the manifold functions of women for the propagation of the species. By James Joyce

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. By James Joyce

It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only Godcould do that. By James Joyce

In the particular is contained the universal. By James Joyce

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end. By James Joyce

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas. By James Joyce

I am, a stride at a time By James Joyce

- I'm a believer in universal brotherhood, said Temple, glancing about him out of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod. By James Joyce

So weenybeenyveenyteeny. By James Joyce

I am other I now. By James Joyce

Unsheathe your dagger definitions; Horseness is the Whatness of All Horse ... By James Joyce

Be just before you are generous. By James Joyce

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. By James Joyce

Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him. By James Joyce

Does nobody understand? By James Joyce

The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious. By James Joyce

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out. By James Joyce

Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear. By James Joyce

Here Comes Everybody. By James Joyce

Write it, damn you, write it! What else are you good for? By James Joyce

God made food; the devil the cooks. By James Joyce

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more. By James Joyce

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. By James Joyce

Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain. By James Joyce

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. By James Joyce

Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!" ("The end of pleasure is pain!") By James Joyce

Phall if you but will, rise you must. By James Joyce

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper. By James Joyce

First we feel. Then we fall. By James Joyce

They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Ulysses By James Joyce

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. By James Joyce

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being. By James Joyce

To say that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic merit, is no better than to say he is rheumatic or diabetic. By James Joyce

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers. By James Joyce

That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia. By James Joyce

Slow eyes and parted lips gave her the appearance of a woman who did not know where she was or where she was going. By James Joyce

A nation is the same people living in the same place. By James Joyce

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. Lord help you, Maria, full of grease, the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut! By James Joyce

Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws. By James Joyce

The mockery of it! he said gaily By James Joyce

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. By James Joyce

Shite and onions! By James Joyce

Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder. By James Joyce

It wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture. By James Joyce

We must go to Athens. By James Joyce

The light music of whiskey falling into a glass - an agreeable interlude. By James Joyce

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion. By James Joyce

Dress the pussy for her nighty and follow her piggytails up their way to Winkyland. By James Joyce

- He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers. By James Joyce

It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish. By James Joyce

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day. By James Joyce

Rapid motion through space elates one; so does notoriety; so does the possession of money. By James Joyce

Him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his By James Joyce

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. By James Joyce

Tenors get women by the score. By James Joyce

Before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible ... By James Joyce

round hat, set upon it sideways, looked By James Joyce

No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse. By James Joyce

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pahrce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. By James Joyce

This in no life for man or woman, insults and hatred and history. By James Joyce

With will will we withstand, withsay. By James Joyce

Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound. By James Joyce

What proposal did Bloom, diambulist, father of Milly, somnambulist, make to Stephen, noctambulist? By James Joyce

But I am curious to know are you trying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself? By James Joyce

Over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow By James Joyce

With a pansy for the pussy in the corner. By James Joyce

History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake. By James Joyce

It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything. By James Joyce

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. By James Joyce

If you can put your five fingers throught it, it is a gate, if not a door. By James Joyce

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear. By James Joyce

Date a girl who reads By James Joyce

Every bond is a bond to sorrow. By James Joyce

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too. By James Joyce

Damn it, I can understand a fellow being hard up but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't he have some spark of manhood about him? By James Joyce

There's no friends like the old friends. By James Joyce

By thinking of things you could understand them. By James Joyce

The shortest way to Tara is via Holyhead By James Joyce

Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. On By James Joyce

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy. By James Joyce

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. By James Joyce

Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires. By James Joyce

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing. By James Joyce

I am the fire upon the altar. I am the sacrificial butter. By James Joyce

Obedience in the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days. By James Joyce

This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. By James Joyce

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. By James Joyce

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy. By James Joyce

Love loves to love love. By James Joyce

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space. By James Joyce

Love ... is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself By James Joyce

- He is dead, she said at length. He died when he was only seventeen. Isn't it a terrible thing to die so young as that? By James Joyce

If there is any difficulty in what I write, it is because of the material I use. The thought is always simple. By James Joyce

Her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that, supply soft and By James Joyce

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points. By James Joyce

Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. By James Joyce

I think Christmas is never really Christmas unless we have the snow on the ground. By James Joyce

We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: By James Joyce

the stone for my month a nice aquamarine By James Joyce

peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth By James Joyce

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses. By James Joyce

Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. By James Joyce

Sigh of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times, By James Joyce

Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it. By James Joyce

..they were yung and easily freudened.. By James Joyce

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low. By James Joyce

...and yes I said yes I will Yes. By James Joyce

Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.) By James Joyce

Gone too from the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, By James Joyce

Three quarks for Muster Mark! By James Joyce

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours. By James Joyce

If we were all suddenly somebody else. By James Joyce

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger. By James Joyce

If we must have a Jesus let us have a legitimate Jesus. By James Joyce

He used to call her Poppens out of fun. By James Joyce

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight. By James Joyce

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial By James Joyce

Will ye, ay or nay? By James Joyce

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. By James Joyce

Do you feel how profound that is because you are a poet? By James Joyce

Love, yes. Word known to all men. By James Joyce

A man's errors are his portals of discovery. By James Joyce

For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. By James Joyce

Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. By James Joyce

Reefer was a wenchman. By James Joyce

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. By James Joyce

- I mean, said Stephen, that I was not myself as I am now, as I had to become. By James Joyce

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water. By James Joyce

Shut your eyes and see. By James Joyce

If it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness. By James Joyce

Your mind will give back exactly what you put into it. By James Joyce

Absence, the highest form of presence. By James Joyce

That is god ... A shout in the street,' Stephen answered ... By James Joyce

He had tales of distant countries. By James Joyce

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think? By James Joyce

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. By James Joyce

Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well. By James Joyce

Let us leave all theories there and return to here's here. By James Joyce

One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature. By James Joyce

Agenbite of Inwit By James Joyce

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European. By James Joyce

The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric. By James Joyce

The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot. By James Joyce

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head By James Joyce

The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM! By James Joyce

You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought. By James Joyce

As I am. As I am. All or not at all. By James Joyce

Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! By James Joyce

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete. By James Joyce

They lived and laughed and loved and left. By James Joyce

All seemed weary of life even before entering upon it. By James Joyce

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. By James Joyce

A form of speech: the lesser for the greater. By James Joyce

Always read with out reading u cant be any thing By James Joyce

More mud, more crocodiles. By James Joyce

- Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex. By James Joyce