One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
No one would think he’d make such a beautiful corpse.
No God for Ireland! he cried. We have had too much God in Ireland. Away with God!
Never know whose thoughts you’re chewing.
Nature abhors a vacuum.
Nations have their ego, just like individuals.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
