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I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

James Joyce

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
JAMES JOYCE

Cold Enough Yourself
And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
JAMES JOYCE

Eyes Heart Love Mad
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Eyes Heart Himself Life Past Story
And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
JAMES JOYCE

Fools Herself Name
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny
Life is too short to read a bad book.
JAMES JOYCE

Book Life Reading
Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Ruin Time
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
JAMES JOYCE

Born Death Different Way
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCE

Discover Genius Life Man Mistake Spiritual
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
JAMES JOYCE

Himself Possible World
Thought is the thought of thought.
JAMES JOYCE

Deep One Liner Thinking
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
JAMES JOYCE

Family Love Mom World
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
JAMES JOYCE

Different Order Perfection Word Writing
Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
JAMES JOYCE

Children Education Love Punishment
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
JAMES JOYCE

Future Mindset Past
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
JAMES JOYCE

Death End Himself Live Soul

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