We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

James Joyce Was A Synthesizer, Trying To Bring In As Much As He Could. I Am An Analyzer, Trying To Leave Out As Much As I Can.

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

To Him Who Has Nothing It Is Forbidden Not To Relish Filth.

My Life, My Life, Now I Speak Of It As Of Something Over, Now As Of A Joke Which Still Goes On, And It Is Neither, For At The Same Time It Is Over And It Goes On, And Is There Any Tense For That? Watch Wound And Buried By The Watchmaker, Before He Died, Whose Ruined Works Will One Day Speak Of God, To The Worms.