Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

Thought is the thought of thought.

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

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

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

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.