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James Joyce Quotes: 14

  • Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.

  • Shut your eyes and see.

  • 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.

    A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
  • History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

    Ulysses
  • You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

    A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
  • Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

  • Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

    The Dead
  • and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

    Dubliners
  • Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.

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

  • The soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

    A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
  • Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.

  • The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails

  • By thinking of things you could understand them.

    A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man