The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.

This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.

I listen to the voices.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.