...and a dream away in space with neither her nor there where all the footsteps ever fell can never fare nearer to anywhere nor from anywhere further away. Nor for in the end again by degrees or as though switched on dark falls there again that certain dark that alone certain ashes can. Through it who knows yet another end beneath a cloudless sky of a last end if ever there had to be another absolutely had to be.
Samuel BeckettLove, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?
Samuel BeckettName, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
Samuel BeckettHow can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?
Samuel Beckett