The End Of A Life Is Always

James Joyce: His Writing Is Not About Something. It Is The Thing Itself.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

I Knew It Would Soon Be The End, So I Played The Part, You Know, The Part Of — How Shall I Say, I Don’t Know.

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

The Time-state Of Attainment Eliminates So Accurately The Time-state Of Aspiration, That The Actual Seems The Inevitable, And, All Conscious Intellectual Effort To Reconstitute The Invisible And Unthinkable As A Reality Being Fruitless, We Are Incapable Of Appreciating Our Joy By Comparing It With Our Sorrow.