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If we were all suddenly somebody else.

She had a sense of being past everything, through everything, out of everything, as she helped the soup. as if there was an eddy--there--and one could be in it, or one could be out of it, and she was out of it.

The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a courtroom, be he any color of the rainbow, but people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box.

Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, 
trippingly on the tongue.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

You are not supposed to like things. Only to understand.

Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor dogsbody's body.

I reckon it does take a powerful trust in the Lord to guard a fellow, though sometimes I think that Cora’s a mite over-cautious, like she was trying to crowd the other folks away and get in closer than anybody else.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.

He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.

It was her wedding dress and it had a flare-out bottom, and they had laid her head to foot in it so the dress could spread out, and they had made her a veil out of a mosquito bar so the auger holes in her face wouldn’t show.

But the rest offended her - and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture but an emotion.

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.

I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

A mí me gustan las fiestas con mucha gente. Son muy íntimas. En las fiestas con poca gente la intimidad es nula.

...the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.

She chose her colors carefully. She dressed slowly, she adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to present herself all rumpled like the poppies. She would appear in the full radiance of her beauty. Oh, yes! She was very flirtatious! And her mysterious adornment lasted for days and days. Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.