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

While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.

For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

Does nobody understand?

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