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For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

I've been working hard on [Ulysses] all day," said Joyce. Does that mean that you have written a great deal?" I said. Two sentences," said Joyce. I looked sideways but Joyce was not smiling. I thought of [French novelist Gustave] Flaubert. "You've been seeking the mot juste?" I said. No," said Joyce. "I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence.

You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

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

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

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

A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

Redheaded women buck like goats.