Thought is the thought of thought.
JAMES JOYCEAnd 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.
More James Joyce Quotes
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Places remember events.
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Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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Let my country die for me.
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I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
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Absence, the highest form of presence.
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
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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.
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Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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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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Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
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All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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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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