My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

Quote by James Joyce

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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as...

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

Resignation is the timid sign of courage

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at...

I want to work with the top people, because only they have the courage and...

I want to work with the top people, because only they have the courage and...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to...

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what...

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and...

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and...

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that...

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

If Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in...

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.