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All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a h...  
Birth was the death of him.  
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.  
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better...  
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.  
Habit is a great deadener.  
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at...  
I can't go on. I'll go on.  
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangle...  
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise boo...  
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories...  
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could....  
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separat...  
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and...  
Make sense who may. I switch off.  
My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... t...  
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful!  
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's ...  
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhil...  
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air ther...  
The bastard! He doesn't exist!  
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins...  
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his fe...  
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the art...  
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.  
We are all born mad. Some remain so.  
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people c...  
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.  
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.  
Words are all we have.