“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
“He was sitting in the midst of a children's party at Harold's Cross. His silent watchful manner had grown upon him and… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Why was he kneeling there like a child saying his evening prayers? To be alone with his soul, to examine his conscience,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“. . . for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Natural parents should bear in mind that the more supplementaries their children find, at school or elsewhere, the better they will know… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of his mind,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. It speaks of… — 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 Image
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 Image
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
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 Image
