Occupation: Novelist Birth: February 2, 1882 Death: January 13, 1941
God made food; the devil the cooks..
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions..
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question..
When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water..
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own..
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….
When I heard the word ''stream'' uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn….
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her en….
The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull square of the window of the schoolroom, he….
(...) The new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Specch, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seas….
We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh.
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past..
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake..
I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom..
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long l….
...rapid motion through space elates one..
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there ….
I am proud to be an emotionalist..
There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin..
Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion..
I want to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book..