Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
James JoyceWhat was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?
James JoyceA certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.
James JoyceOur souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she?
James Joyce