“As you know, Joyce was a writer who asked his reader to give him a lifetime,” he said. “I am that reader, and I can tell you it was a wasted life.”

“Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life,and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labours, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?”

“Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything.”

“I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back. ”

“I say, Father, the years have brought me here, still your son, they have brought me to a life I cannot understand.”

“You have begun to separate the dark from the dark.”

“From they sack and they belly opened And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth They feed they Lion and he comes.”