Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of… — 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
The Irish are people who will never have leaders, for at the great moment they always desert them. They have produced one… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. He gave… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home:… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. — 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
