You can still die when the sun is shining.
JAMES JOYCEHe wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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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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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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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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And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
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We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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There’s no friends like the old friends.
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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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They lived and laughed and loved and left.
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While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCE