807 Quotes by James Joyce

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

... I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.- Wine of the country, says he.- What's yours? says Joe.- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.- Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue...

—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.

Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.

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

She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband.

The year returns. History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Life, love, voyage round your own little world.