The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Thought is the thought of thought. - James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
- James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. - James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
As you are now so once were we. - James Joyce
As you are now so once were we.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. - James Joyce
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
Shut your eyes and see. - James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. - James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. - James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Absence, the highest form of presence. - James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. - James Joyce
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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