Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
I’d love to have the whole place swimming in roses.
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese? Corpse of milk.
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
When I die Dublin will be written on my heart.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.