Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
Samuel BeckettThey give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
Samuel BeckettThe 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.
Samuel BeckettI marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
Samuel Beckett