Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

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

A nation is the same people living in the same place.

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.

Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.