I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house? MTo… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
If the Irish programme did not insist on the Irish language I suppose I could call myself a nationalist. As it is,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church:… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will not serve that in which I… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Look here, Cranly, he said. You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell… — 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
