The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.
[Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.
I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.