James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist and poet. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde and is regarded as one of the most influential and important authors...
James Joyce Novel
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
Shut your eyes and see. James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. James Joyce
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. James Joyce
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy. James Joyce
I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. James Joyce
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher. James Joyce
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
I think of you so often you have no idea. James Joyce
I think of you so often you have no idea.
Thought is the thought of thought. James Joyce
Thought is the thought of thought.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves. James Joyce
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance. James Joyce
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think? James Joyce
You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?
