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- I think he died for me, she answered. — James Joyce

Why was he doubly irritated?
Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget. — James Joyce

He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. — James Joyce

Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat! — James Joyce

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea. — James Joyce

Love loves to love love. — James Joyce

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. — James Joyce

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human. — James Joyce

They listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. — James Joyce

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. — James Joyce

It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life. — James Joyce

Wipe your glosses with what you know. — James Joyce

Prayer makes tremendous power available (James 5:16). Don't let your prayer life reflect weeds of inconsistency or neglect. — Joyce Meyer

James Joyce's Ulysses — Pamela Paul

Careful, Arturo Bandini: don't strain your eyesight, remember what happened to Tarkington, remember what happened to James Joyce. — John Fante

Deal with him, Hemingway! — James Joyce

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America. — James Joyce

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside. — James Joyce

It doesn't matter if you prefer reading James Joyce or "James and the Giant Peach." Those who read more read better. — Danny Brassell

Wonderlawn's lost us for ever. Alis, alas, she broke the glass! Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain. — James Joyce

It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything. — James Joyce

The world is before you — James Joyce

Skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his — James Joyce

There's no police like Holmes. — James Joyce

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff. — James Joyce

..they were yung and easily freudened.. — James Joyce

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it. — James Joyce

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. — James Joyce

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory. — James Joyce

Bite my laughters, drink my tears. Pore into me, volumes, spell me stark and spill me swooning, I just don't care what my thwarters think. — James Joyce

We must go to Athens. — James Joyce

His eyes were dimmed with tears, and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost. — James Joyce

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. — James Joyce

It surprised him to see that the play which he had known at rehearsals for a disjointed lifeless thing had suddenly assumed a life of its own. — James Joyce

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing. — James Joyce

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain. — James Joyce

Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.) — Ovid

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead. — James Joyce

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me. — James Joyce

The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart. — James Joyce

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial — James Joyce

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points. — James Joyce

With a pansy for the pussy in the corner. — James Joyce

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. — James Joyce

Love ... is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself — James Joyce

Why was the host (victim predestined) sad?
He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should by him not be told. — James Joyce

Try imagining James Joyce not writing about being a Catholic. — Victor LaValle

His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. — James Joyce

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. — James Joyce

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light. — James Joyce

There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair. — James Joyce

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name? — James Joyce

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends? — James Joyce

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past. — James Joyce

And, as a mere matter of ficfect, I tell of myself how I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes globes (...) — James Joyce

He found trivial all that was meant to charm him and did not answer the glances which invited him to be bold. — James Joyce

preacher's tone: — James Joyce

He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage. — James Joyce

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too. — James Joyce

Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody's body. — James Joyce

Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear. — James Joyce

What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way? — James Joyce

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. — James Joyce

Interpretations of interpretations interpreted. — James Joyce

Will ye, ay or nay? — James Joyce

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy. — James Joyce

Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in his heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of his mind. — James Joyce

Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. — James Joyce

He knew the way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th — James Joyce

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. — James Joyce

If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps ... — James Joyce

Thought is the thought of thought. — James Joyce

Even if we are often led to desire through the sense of beauty can you say that the beautiful is what we desire? — James Joyce

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak. — James Joyce

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide. — James Joyce

With will will we withstand, withsay. — James Joyce

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. — James Joyce

Look at the woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. — James Joyce

Let my country die for me. — James Joyce

Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, — James Joyce

To say that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic merit, is no better than to say he is rheumatic or diabetic. — James Joyce

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. — James Joyce

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life. — James Joyce

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. — James Joyce

I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom. — James Joyce

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. — James Joyce

nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. — James Joyce

Every bond is a bond to sorrow. — James Joyce

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. — James Joyce

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. — James Joyce

A nation is the same people living in the same place. — James Joyce

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down. — James Joyce

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description — James Joyce

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out. — James Joyce

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory. — James Joyce

So he had sunk to the state of a beast that licks his chaps after meat. — James Joyce

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy. — James Joyce

A novelist who ranks with Proust , Kafka , Musil and his friend James Joyce as one of the enduring pillars of Modernism. — Italo Svevo

And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday. — James Joyce

Do you feel how profound that is because you are a poet? — James Joyce