"Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?"
― James Joyce, The Dead
"Love loves to love love."
― James Joyce, Ulysses
"And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?"
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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Now say you're sorry for ushering in the fourth fucking reich- anonymous
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