But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.
Samuel BeckettNothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
Samuel BeckettThe Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.
Samuel Beckett