Author: James Joyce

Cites

• Ovid (2)
  • IN: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1915) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes
    FROM: Metamorphoses, VIII, 188, (8), Poem, Italy
  • IN: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1915) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes.
    FROM: Metamorphoses, (8), Poem, Italy

Cited by

• Jim Holt (1)
  • IN: Why Does the World Exist? (2012) Non-Fiction, Cosmology, American
    EPIGRAPH: ...well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I...
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Desmond Zhicheng-Mingde Kon (1)
  • IN: Babel via Negativa (2015) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And for ages men had gazed upward as he was gazingg at birds in flight... A sense of fear of the unknown moved in the heart of his weariness, a fear of symbols and portents, of the hawk-like man whose name he bore soaring out of his captivity on osier-woven wings, of Thoth, the god of writers, writing with a reed upon a tablet, and bearing on his narrow ibis head the cusped moon.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Will Self (1)
  • IN: Umbrella (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Norman Mailer (1)
  • IN: The Spooky Art (2003) Reference, American
    EPIGRAPH: He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself...
    FROM: A Painful Case, (1914), Short story, Ireland
• Daren V.L. Shiau (1)
  • IN: Heartland (2002) Fiction, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Have I ever left it? When I die, Dublin will be found engraved upon my heart.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Quote, Ireland
• Stephanie Kuehn (1)
  • IN: Charm and Strange (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Three quarks for Muster Mark! Sure he hasn't got much of a bark And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
    FROM: Finnegans Wake, (1939), NULL, Ireland
• Ashley Hope Perez (1)
  • IN: Out of Darkness (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It was not darkness that fell from the air. It was brightness.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Nigel McDowell (1)
  • IN: The Black North (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Chris Abani (1)
  • IN: The Secret History of Las Vegas (2014) Mystery, Thriller, Literary fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• David Lodge (1)
  • IN: Small World (1984) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hush! Caution! Echoland!
    FROM: Finnegan's Wake, (1939), Novel, Ireland
• Karen V. (editor) Kukil (1)
  • IN: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1982) Non-Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hold on to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past...
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Adrian McKinty (1)
  • IN: The Bloomsday Dead (2006) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The only arms I allow myself to use: silence, exile and cunning.
    FROM: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), NULL, Ireland
• Josh Cook (1)
  • IN: The Exaggerated Murder (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Excellent people, no doubt, but distressingly short sighted in some matters. Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
    FROM: Ulysees, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Gilbert Sorrentino (1)
  • IN: Lunar Follies (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: … while the ears, be we mikealls or nicholists, may sometimes be inclined to believe others the eyes, whether browned or nolensed, find it devilish hard now and again even to believe itself.
    FROM: Finnegan's Wake, (1939), Novel, Ireland
• Glen Duncan (2)
  • IN: Talulla Rising (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
  • IN: Tallula Rising (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Howard Jacobson (1)
  • IN: Zoo Time (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Will any man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother?
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Gilly MacMillan (1)
  • IN: What She Knew (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Craig Raine (1)
  • IN: The Heartbreak (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Stephen Hunter (1)
  • IN: Black Light (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And it’s old and old it’s sad and old and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father…
    FROM: Finnegans Wake, (1939), Novel, Ireland
• Jim Gavin (2)
  • IN: Middle Men: Stories (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Every life is many days, day after day. We wealk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
  • IN: Middle Men (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Jean Larteguy (1)
  • IN: The Praetorians (1961) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Nancy Jensen (1)
  • IN: The Sisters (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We always keep the dearest things to ourselves.
    FROM: Letter to Henrik Ibsen, (1901), Letter, Ireland
• Jennifer Egan (1)
  • IN: Look at Me (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), NULL, Ireland
• K.W. Jeter (1)
  • IN: Noir (1998) Science Fiction, Speculative fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: … there’s nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you…
    FROM: Molly Bloom’s soliloquy from Ulysses (1922), (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Amanda Brookfield (1)
  • IN: Before I Knew You (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future.
    FROM: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Anthony Burgess (1)
  • IN: A Vision of Battlements (1965) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: --What year would that be about? Mr Bloom interpolated. Can you recall the boats? Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awihle, hungrily, before answering. --I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time. Tired, seemingly, he ceased.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Rabindranath Maharaj (1)
  • IN: The Lagahoo's Apprentice (2000) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The now, the here, through which all future plunges into the past.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• James Patterson (1)
  • IN: When the Wind Blows (1998) Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Must be thrilling from the air.
    FROM: Leopold Bloom in Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland
• Kim Culbertson (1)
  • IN: Instructions for a Broken Heart (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: All through his boyhood he had mused upon that which he had so often thought to be his destiny and when the moment had come for him to obey the call he had turned aside, obeying a wayward instinct.
    FROM: Stephen Dedalus, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, (1916), Novel, Ireland
• Joyce Carol Oates (1)
  • IN: What I Lived For (1994) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: He rests. He has traveled.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Novel, Ireland