Quotes By James Joyce

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.