Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts
"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

"But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires."
-JAMES JOYCE,
Araby
"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,
The Dead
"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home."
-JAMES JOYCE,
Ulysses
"I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." 
-JAMES JOYCE,
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
"Mistakes are the portals of discovery."
-JAMES JOYCE