Look at the woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost.
James Joyce, Ulysses.
“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
“Let my country die for me.”
“What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?”
“... I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.- Wine of the country, says he.- What's yours? says Joe.- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.- Three pints, Terry,...”
“He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.”
“Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgre...”
“We are like travelers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs.”
“But...well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I'm pretty sure that whatever happens we won't have found Freedom, and there won't be a whole lot of Justice, and I'm damn sure we won't ha...”
“If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique ...”
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with trave...”
“I let out a laugh that sounded more like the yip of a startled poodle. "Superp-powers? I wish. My powers aren't winning me a slot on the Cartoon Network anytime soon... except as a comic relief. Gh...”
“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”