No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
James Joyce
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
James Joyce
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
James Joyce
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
James Joyce