“Then Mount Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The most profound sentence ever written, Temple said with enthusiasm, is the sentence at the end of the zoology. Reproduction is the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I felt even annoyed at discovering in myself a sensation of freedom as if I had been freed from something by his… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memory - if anyone remembered him.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life. A wild angel appeared to him, the angel… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He had not died but he had faded out like a film in the sun. He had been lost or had wandered… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the shaggy… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“A man who swears before the world to love a woman till death part him and her is sane neither in the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The memory of his childhood suddenly grew dim. He tried to call forth some of its vivid moments but could not. He… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many… — James Joyce Copy Share
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share
“two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older… — James Joyce Copy Share
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy… — James Joyce Copy Share
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share
In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not… — James Joyce Copy Share
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know… — James Joyce Copy Share
