James Joyce

"His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their ta…"

"You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid…"

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

"Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?"

"I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood."

"if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs , in this allaphbed! Can you rede its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle."

"But toms will till. I know he well."

"Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines …"