No, I don't like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don't like work— no man does— but I like what is in the work,— the chance to find yourself. Your own reality— for yourself, not for others— what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Naquela noite, quando saímos do tribunal, a srta. Gates estava descendo a escada na nossa frente [...] Ouvi quando ela disse que estava na hora de alguém dar uma lição neles, que estavam indo longe demais, daqui a pouco iam querer casar com os brancos. Jem, como uma pessoa pode detestar tanto Hitler e depois falar isso de alguém daqui mesmo?
O the grey dull day! It seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness through which souls of mathematicians might wander, projecting long slender fabrics from plane to plane of ever rarer and paler twilight, radiating swift eddies to the last verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.
سأخبركم بما سأفعله وبما لن أفعله، لن أخدم ما لم أعد أؤمن به، سواء كان ذلك الشىء يسمى نفسه بيتي أو وطني أو كنيستي. وسأحاول التعبير عن نفسي بصيغة من صيغ الحياة أو الفن بالقدر الذي أستطيعه من الحرية والكمال، مستعملا للدفاع عن نفسي الذراع التي سمحت لنفسي استعمالها - الصمت والمنفى والبراعة والمكر.جايمس جويس - صورة للفنان في شبابه