- Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. - View Quote Details on Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a…
- But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history. - View Quote Details on But O, oblige me by taking away that knife. I…
- — Mrkgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
— Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap. - View Quote Details on — Mrkgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of…
- Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. - View Quote Details on Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse…
- The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious. - View Quote Details on The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most…
- Paternity may be a legal fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he any son? - View Quote Details on Paternity may be a legal fiction. Who is the father…
- If others have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself. - View Quote Details on If others have their will Ann hath a way. By…
- He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey trousers. - View Quote Details on He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey trousers.
- History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. - View Quote Details on History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am…
- 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. - View Quote Details on He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her…
- I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things - View Quote Details on I love flowers Id love to have the whole place…
- It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. - View Quote Details on It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a…
- You know Manningham’s story of the burgher’s wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard III and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon’s blankets: William the conqueror came before Richard III. - View Quote Details on You know Manningham’s story of the burgher’s wife who bade…
- Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like me.
Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.
— By Jesus, says he, I’ll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. By Jesus, I’ll crucify him so I will. - View Quote Details on Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like…
- It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant. - View Quote Details on It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass…
- A father, said Stephen, battling against hopelessness, is a necessary evil. - View Quote Details on A father, said Stephen, battling against hopelessness, is a necessary…
- Vulcanic lake, the dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind would lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy’s clutching a noggin bottle by the neck. The oldest people. Wandered far away over all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. It lay there now. Now it could bear no more. Dead: an old woman’s: the grey sunken cunt of the world. - View Quote Details on Vulcanic lake, the dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep…
- Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
— That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
— What? Mr Deasy asked.
— A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. - View Quote Details on Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
— That…
- — But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very opposite of that that is really life.
— What? says Alf.
— Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. - View Quote Details on — But it’s no use, says he. Force, hatred, history,…
- His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of all experience, material and moral. - View Quote Details on His own image to a man with that queer thing…
- As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. - View Quote Details on As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies,…
- the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know - View Quote Details on the sun shines for you he said the day we…
- — They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. The son unborn mars beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. He is a new male: his growth is his father’s decline, his youth his father’s envy, his friend his father’s enemy. - View Quote Details on — They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast…
- O Jamesy let me up out of this. - View Quote Details on O Jamesy let me up out of this.
- — You don’t want anything for breakfast?
A sleepy soft grunt answered:
— Mn. - View Quote Details on — You don’t want anything for breakfast?
A sleepy soft grunt…
- DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN - View Quote Details on DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN
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