“ Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. ”
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“ But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. ”
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“ Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not. ”
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“ 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. ”
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“ 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. ”
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“ Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name? ”
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“ 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. ”
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“ Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why. ”
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“ The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails ”
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“ God and religion before every thing!' Dante cried. 'God and religion before the world.' Mr Casey raised his clenched fist and brought it down on the table with a crash. 'Very well then,' he shouted hoarsely, 'if it comes to that, no God for Ireland!' 'John! John!' cried Mr Dedalus, seizing his guest by the coat sleeve. Dante stared across the table, her cheeks shaking. Mr Casey struggled up from his chair and bent across the table towards her, scraping the air from before his eyes with one hand as though he were tearing aside a cobweb. 'No God for Ireland!' he cried, 'We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God! ”
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“ History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. ”
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“ All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light. ”
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“ Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why. ”
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“ Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see. ”
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