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
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed… — 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
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
“Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all… — 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
“Each imagining himself to be the first last and only alone, whereas he is neither first last nor last nor only not… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Why was the host (victim predestined) sad? He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The pity is that the public will demand and find a moral in my book, or worse they may take it in… — 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