James Joyce

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would read more

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.