“While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give. ”

“I am proud to be an emotionalist.”

“I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.”

“There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.”

“What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?”

“Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.”

“All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.”

“A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. ”

“Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.”

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo”

“Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.”

“When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…”

“Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.”

“Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.”

“Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

“Redheaded women buck like goats.”

“What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.”

“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

“He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.”

“The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.”

“This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.”

“It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”