“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.”

“One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”

“Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.”

“Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.”

“The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.”

“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”

“Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.”

“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”

“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”

“Too excited to be genuinely happy”

“You can still die when the sun is shining.”

“God made food; the devil the cooks.”

“To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.”

“I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.”

“Let my country die for me.”

“And 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?”

“Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.”

“What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.”

“Have read little and understood less.”

“When a man is born...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.”

“As you are now so once were we.”

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

“My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.”

“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age; and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humor which belonged to an older day..”

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

“There's no friends like the old friends.”

“It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”

“This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.”

“The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.”

“He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.”

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”

“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

“What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.”

“Redheaded women buck like goats.”

“Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

“Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.”

“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.”

“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”

“Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.”

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo”

“Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.”

“A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. ”

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

“Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.”

“What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?”