“The most profound sentence ever written, Temple said with enthusiasm, is the sentence at the end of the zoology. Reproduction is the beginning of death.”

“I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.”

“He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.”

“There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.”

“History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake.”

“The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole life to reading my works.”

“And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.”

“Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude...”

“White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.”

“no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns”

“over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow”

“I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.”

“We'll meet again, we'll part once more.”

“His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth.”

“Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.”

“That is horse piss and rotted straw, he thought. It is a good odour to breathe. It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.”

“It was very big to think about everything and everywhere. Only God could do that.”

“Deal with him, Hemingway!”

“ere the hour of the twattering of bards in the twitterlitter between Druidia and the Deepsleep Sea”

“For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.”

“Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.”

“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.”

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

“I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description”

“Your mind will give back exactly what you put into it.”

“What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.”

“No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination”

“He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.”

“What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?”

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

“I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.”

“Does nobody understand?”

“Eternity! O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?”

“I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

“I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

“he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea...”

“Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.”

“The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.”

“He longed to be master of her strange mood.”

“—I think he died for me, she answered.”

“Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.”

“An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.”

“Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.”

“I am, a stride at a time”

“What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?”

“Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.”

“Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.”

“Mother indulgent. Said I have a queer mind and have read too much. Not true. Have read little and understood less.”

“...like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.”

“You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. 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 and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use--silence, exile, and cunning.”