"Our national epic has yet to be written."

"Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrow…"

"As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and f…"

"His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of all experience, material and moral."

"The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious."

"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay cros…"

"The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea."

"He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers."

"It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant."

"If others have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix…"