“He had neither companions nor friends, church nor creed. He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you never die till I… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends? — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Well, Tommy, he said, I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“—Alone, quite alone. You have no fear of that. And you know what that word means? Not only to be separate from… — 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
