1
I must be happy, he said, it is less pleasant than I should have thought.Samuel Beckett
2
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.Samuel Beckett
3
The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness.Samuel Beckett
4
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.Samuel Beckett
5
And perhaps there is none, no morrow anymore, for one who has waited so long for it in vain. And perhaps he has come to that stage of his instant when to live is to wander the last of the living in the depths of an instant without bounds, where the light never changes and the wrecks all look alike. Bluer scarcely than white of egg the eyes stare into the space before them, namely the fullness of the great deep and unchanging calm. But at long intervals they close, with the gentle suddenness of flesh that tightens, often without anger, and closes on itself. .Samuel Beckett
6
And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another.Samuel Beckett