James Joyce Quotes
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The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
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Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and a bottle.
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I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.
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Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
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Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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First, in the history of words there is much that indicates the history of men, and in comparing the speech of to-day with that ofyears ago, we have a useful illustration of the effect of external influences on the very words of a race.
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Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
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Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.
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I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.
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A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.
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Wipe your glosses with what you know.
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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
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Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
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Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!
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If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.
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What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?
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To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.
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Away! Away! The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are held out to say: We are alone. Come. And the voices say with them: We are your kinsmen. And the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman, making ready to go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth... Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
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Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
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Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.
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Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.
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There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once.
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Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
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To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
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