I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

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

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she?

When a man is born...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.

I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.