“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

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.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

In the particular is contained the universal.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

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

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

Places remember events.

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

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

My face carries all of my memories. Why would I erase them?

Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.

Memory at last has what I sought.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

As much as I have films and all that sort of stuff, a lot of my memories are to do with relationships and love.