01c. 1911 ADHis heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.James Joyce / quote ↗
02c. 1911 ADYou made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.James Joyce / quote ↗
04c. 1911 ADWhy 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 / quote ↗
05c. 1911 ADWriting in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.James Joyce / quote ↗
06c. 1911 ADHistory, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.James Joyce / quote ↗
07c. 1911 ADThe artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernailsJames Joyce / quote ↗
09c. 1911 ADGod and religion before every thing!' Dante cried. 'God and religion before the world.' Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash.'Very well then,' he shouted hoarsely, 'if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!''John! John!' cried Mr Dedalus, seizing his guest by the coat sleeve. Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb. 'No God for Ireland!' he cried, 'We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God!James Joyce / quote ↗
10c. 1911 ADAll things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.James Joyce / quote ↗
12c. 1911 ADIneluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRODI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.James Joyce / quote ↗
13c. 1911 ADI've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that is the only way of insuring one's immortality.James Joyce / quote ↗
14c. 1911 ADHis sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivided and squalid way of life. His soul was still disquieted and cast down by the dull phenomenon of Dublin. He had emerged from a two years' spell of revery to find himself in the midst of a new scene, every event and figure of which affected him intimately, disheartened him or allured and, whether alluring or disheartening, filled him always with unrest and bitter thoughts. All the leisure which his school life left him was passed in the company of subversive writers whose jibes and violence of speech set up a ferment in his brain before they passed out of it into his crude writings.James Joyce / quote ↗
15c. 1911 ADThe soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.James Joyce / quote ↗
20c. 1911 ADAnd if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?James Joyce / quote ↗
21c. 1911 ADSecrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.James Joyce / quote ↗
23c. 1911 ADWhat dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?James Joyce / quote ↗
24c. 1911 AD... I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.- Wine of the country, says he.- What's yours? says Joe.- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.- Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.James Joyce / quote ↗
