50 Quotes About Ulysses

Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.

I am, a stride at a time

The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples. [on James Joyce's Ulysses]

For always roaming with a hungry heart / Much have I seen and known.

Why was the host (victim predestined) sad? He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should by him not be told.