“—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water. — 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
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. — 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
