The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.

Shut your eyes and see.

Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.

What birds were they? (...) He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice be- hind the wainscot : a shrill twofold note. But the notes were long and shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air. Their cry was shrill and clear and fine and falling like threads of silken light unwound from whirring spools.

That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.

There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.