Stephen Dedalus: You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve in that which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use-silence, exile, and cunning.

Stephen Dedalus: When the soul of man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

Stephen Dedalus: Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

May Dedalus: Stay away from the rough boys.

Simon Dedalus: Never peach on a fellow.

Wells: What's your father?

Stephen (age ten): A gentleman.

Wells: Is he a Magistrate? My father's a Magistrate.