When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I've been working hard on [Ulysses] all day," said Joyce. Does that mean that you have written a great deal?" I said.… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
First, in the history of words there is much that indicates the history of men, and in comparing the speech of to-day… — 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
So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
And in spite of everything, Ireland remains the brain of the Kingdom. The English, judiciously practical and ponderous, furnish the over-stuffed stomach… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How different are the words HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Words which he did not understand he said over and over to himself till he had learnt them by heart: and through… — 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