I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of โ how shall I say, I donโt know.
Samuel BeckettThen I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
Samuel BeckettI lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Samuel Beckett