If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

To live with the work and the letters of James Joyce was an enormous privilege and a daunting education. Yes, I came to admire Joyce even more because he never ceased working, those words and the transubstantiation of words obsessed him. He was a broken man at the end of his life, unaware that Ulysses would be the number one book of the twentieth century and, for that matter, the twenty-first.

... we have so many voices in us, how do we know which ones to obey?

What matters is the imaginative truth.