There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
JAMES JOYCEThere is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
JAMES JOYCEWe are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
JAMES JOYCEWipe your glasses with what you know.
JAMES JOYCEJesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
JAMES JOYCEThe light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
JAMES JOYCEMistakes are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCEYour battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
JAMES JOYCEThink you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
JAMES JOYCEHe wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCEIt is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
JAMES JOYCEWhy is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
JAMES JOYCETo live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
JAMES JOYCEAbsence, the highest form of presence.
JAMES JOYCEThe supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
JAMES JOYCEBetter pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
JAMES JOYCEBury 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.
JAMES JOYCE