James Joyce, Dubliners Quotes

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glasses.

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.