James Joyce, Irish novelist, 1882-1941 Quotes
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile and cunning.
The present is the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristam Shandy, not to mention the Agamemnon.
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an aesthetic end.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world, a mother's love is not.
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.