On this June 16, Bloomsday, a few of my favorite quotes from James Joyce’s Ulysses:

~ The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

~ The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living mother.

~ He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her woman’s instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely contour of her face became a glorious rose.

~ His dark eyes fixed themselves on her again, drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her shrine.