We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.