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James Joyce

"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand-that is art."

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"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand-that is art."

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Donna Grant

"Always seek beauty to create a beautiful life."

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Donna Grant

"For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle."

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Donna Grant

"I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across-not to just depict life-or criticize it-but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can't believe in it. Things aren't that way."

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Donna Grant

"Make movies my friend " make nice, inspiring and bold movies that will penetrate the darkest corners of the human mind and illuminate the soul."

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Donna Grant

"My poems are only bits of scratchingon the floor of acage."

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Donna Grant

"A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart."

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Donna Grant

"For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations."

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Donna Grant

"Music gives life to the soul."

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Donna Grant

"Some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ..."

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Donna Grant

"Music gives strength to the soul."

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James Joyce
"Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home."

Home

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James Joyce
"And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday."

Emotion

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James Joyce
"Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!"

Literature

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James Joyce
"When I die Dublin will be written in my heart."

Heart

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James Joyce
"There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being."

Church

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James Joyce
"Nations have their ego, just like individuals."

Ego

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James Joyce
"To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand-that is art."

Art

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James Joyce
"God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear."

Religion

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James Joyce
"Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor."

Romance

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James Joyce
"No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination."

Time

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