James Joyce Quotes
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. Nations have their ego, just like individuals. No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination. Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts. The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works. The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you. There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. When I die Dublin will be written in my heart. Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why. You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman. Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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