807 Quotes by James Joyce

He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.

Gabriel's warm trembling fingers tapped the cold pane of the window.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

The barometer of his emotional nature was set for a spell of riot.

Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe.

Suck it yourself, sugarstick!

I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use---silence, exile and cunning.

Damn it, I can understand a fellow being hard up but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't he have some spark of manhood about him?