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.
Samuel BeckettThe tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
Samuel BeckettThey give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
Samuel BeckettWomen are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.
Samuel Beckett