For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
As you are now so once were we.
Absence, the highest form of presence.