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James Joyce quotes

Irish Novelist February 2, 1882 – January 13, 1941

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James Joyce quote: "To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could..."
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote..."
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works. James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. ..."
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life. James Joyce
[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. James Joyce
Life seemed to him a gift; the statement ‘I am alive’ seemed to him to contain a satisfactory certainty and many other things, held up as indubitable, seemed to him uncertain. James Joyce
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. James Joyce
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness... James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to..."
It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life. James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well."
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well. James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "This race and this country and this life produced me, he said...."
This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am. James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles..."
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. James Joyce
As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff time after time, so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination, when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that... James Joyce
James Joyce quote: "He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words,..."
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. James Joyce
Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure. James Joyce
It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a prey for the vilest bonzes, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress, this, he assured... James Joyce

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