James Joyce

Novelist, Poet, Short-story writer. I am tomorrow...

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invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

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The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork,

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her arid seas, her silence

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her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech

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her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown?

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Shut your eyes and see.

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my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires

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Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an aesthetic end.

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No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

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Think you're escaping and run into yourself.

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Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

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It speaks of what seems fantastic and unreal to those who have lost the simple intuitions which are the test of reality;

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and, as it is often found at war with its age, so it makes no account of history, which is fabled by the daughters of memory.

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We walk through ourselves...