The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.