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. - James Joyce

Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

Thought and plot are not so important as some would make them out to be. The object of any work of art is the transference of emotion; talent is the gift of conveying that emotion

If I gave it all up immediately, I'd lose my immortality. I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.