James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.