"Quotation marks quotato marks! Bah!"
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"Quotation marks quotato marks! Bah!"
"History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening."
"The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses."
"What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down."
"The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius."
"There's no police like Holmes."
"Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat, than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also."
"Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods."
"I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on."
"It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant."
"When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water."
"What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds."
"And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him."
"Deal with him, Hemingway!"
"For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers."
"We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be tell the end of the chapter.... A priest-ridden Godforsaken race."
"Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower."
"Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals."
"I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play."
"What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?"