• His 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
  • You 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
  • 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
  • and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood

    James Joyce
  • The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea

    James Joyce
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