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
knowledge men errors
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
writing heart cities
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.
unhappy said bigs
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
family mothers-day mom
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
eye heart past
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
voice creating people
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know what we are creating?Which of us can control our scribblings? They are the script of one's personality like your voice or your walk
encouraging mistake discovery
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
birthday passion other-worlds
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
food heart fowl
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.
writing fantastic artifice
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
reading writing reason-why
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
writing tables rooms
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
eye heart tears
My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.
devil made cooks
God made food; the devil the cooks.