© Bernardo Martins, 2014

Long, long she suffered his gaze and then quietly withdrew her eyes from his and bent them towards the stream, gently stirring the water with her foot hither and thither. The first faint noise of gently moving water broke the silence, low and faint and whispering, faint as the bells of sleep; hither and thither, hither and thither; and a faint flame trembled on her cheek.

James Joyce, in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

© Eikoh Hosoe

"Reading the end of James Joyce's Ulysses when Molly Bloom is remembering is erotic because she gives permission, gives up and gives way, and this is always exciting and interesting because it is personal, not impersonal. Isn't it strange that looking at little abstract symbols on a white page can make a person feel susch things? I see her in his arms. I am in his arms. I remember your arms."

Siri Hustvedt, in Living, thinking, looking - essays

© Claude Nori

"...e depois pedi-lhe com os olhos para pedir outra vez sim e depois ele pediu-me se eu queria sim dizer sim minha flor da montanha e primeiro pus os braços à volta dele sim e puxei-o para baixo de mim para que pudesse sentir os meus seios todos perfume sim e o coração batia-lhe como louco e sim eu disse sim eu quero Sim."

James Joyce, in Ulisses