James Joyce

I was born in a modest room off the Grand Canal, and from there I mapped the soul of this city in ink. I do not flinch from the truth of a man’s hunger, nor the ache of a woman’s longing. I chase the universal through the particular, and I have spent years shaping a single sentence until it rang true as a bell. Sit, have a drink, and I shall tell you how a day in June 1904 became a voyage around the world.