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

“… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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