“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.”
James Joyce“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.”
James Joyce“Anna was, Livia is, Plurabelle's to be. Northmen's thing made southfolk's place but howmulty plurators made eachone in per-son? Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure sanscreed intooure eryan! Hircus Civis Eblanensis! He had buckgoat paps on him, soft ones for orphans. Ho, Lord! Twins of his bosom. Lord save us! And ho! Hey? What all men. Hot? His tittering daugh-ters of. Whawk? Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flitter-ing bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome?What Thom Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey-ing waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter-sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who wereShem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now!Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!”
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.”
James Joyce“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
James Joyce“Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.”
James Joyce“Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.”
James Joyce“Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art it is the part the schools cannot recognize.”
James Joyce“Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.”
James Joyce