Joyce Cooper: Fascist! Nicholas Angel: I beg your pardon? Joyce Cooper: [doing a crossword puzzle] System of government categorized by extreme dictatorship. Seven across. Nicholas Angel: Actually that's fascism. Joyce Cooper: Fascism! Wonderful. Nich...
[Joyce offers Edward lemonade] Joyce: Lemonade? [Edward pukes]
Chuck Norris doesn't need to understand the work of James Joyce; James Joyce needs to understand the work of Chuck Norris.
There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt.
[During Harvey & Joyce's first date] Joyce Brabner: I think we should skip the whole courtship thing and just get married.
Joyce Brabner: Harvey, may I have a glass of water and an aspirin? Harvey Pekar: Why, do you have a headache? Joyce Brabner: No, but I want to avoid getting one.
Keeing busy" is the remedy for all the ills in America. It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed.
Peg Boggs: Good morning Joyce. Avon calling. Joyce: Well Peg, have you gone blind? Can't you see there's a vehicle in my driveway?
Colonel Green: You were an accountant in Montreal? Lieutenant Joyce: Yes, sir. Uh, not really an accountant, sir. That is, I didn't have my charter. Colonel Green: Exactly what did you do? Lieutenant Joyce: Well, sir, I just checked columns and colum...
Fiction that adds up, that suggests a "logical consistency," or an explanation of some kind, is surely second-rate fiction; for the truth of life is its mystery.
The censors have always had a field day with James Joyce, specifically with 'Ulysses,' but also with his other writings. The conventional wisdom is that this is because of sexually explicit passages (and there certainly are those). I have always thou...
Joyce: [to Edward] Don't be ridiculous! You're not handicapped, you're... What do they call the... exceptional? My name's Joyce, and I noticed that you have not tasted any of the ambrosia salad that I made especially for you. Allow me.
I don't have dating tips.
In a sense, Joyce was Beckett's Don Quixote, and Beckett was his Sancho Panza. Joyce aspired to the One; Beckett encapsulated the fragmented many. But as each author accomplished his task, it was in the service of the other. Ultimately, Beckett's lan...
Tinka: [on the phone] Joyce, I just saw this strange guy drive in with Peg. I didn't get a good look at him. He looked kinda pale.Okay. I'll be right there. Don't do anything without me. Okay, bye. Joyce: [on the phone] Yes, I'll be right there.
Don't believe in miracles - depend on them.
I'm not an adulterer. I'm not gay.
I can see why some people become “beach bunnies”: you don’t have to think about things or even talk when you’re on the beach. You just sit here and feel good about being alive.
Poetry is a mere drug, Sir.
I definitely believe in marriage.
