James Joyce
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joycewas an Irish novelist and poet. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde, and is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors of the twentieth century...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 February 1882
CityRathgar, Ireland
CountryIreland
thinking ideas jackasses
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
life distance past
He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.
catastrophe
I'll tickle his catastrophe.
running confused wire
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.
heart calm my-heart
My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
wind giving lease
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
adventure path unseen
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.
time
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
return theory
Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear.
asks ifs
if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.
As you are now so once were we.
passing-away flesh spirit
In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.
regret clouds leaving
A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.
sorrow
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.