“—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
“He turned abruptly his great searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said.… — 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
“Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Ulysses is son to Laertes, but he is father to Telemachus, husband to Penelope, lover of Calypso, companion in arms of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Stephen watched the three glasses being raised from the counter as his father and his two cronies drank to the memory of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
And Jesus was a Jew too. Your god. He was a Jew like me. And so was his father. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
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
“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
“Stephen watched the three glasses being raised from the counter as his father and his two cronies drank to the memory of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“What proposal did Bloom, diambulist, father of Milly, somnambulist, make to Stephen, noctambulist?” — 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
“As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro,… — 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
