SAMUEL BECKETT
Malone Dies

Let us say before I go any further, that I forgive nobody. I wish them all an atrocious life in the fires of icy hell and in the execrable generations to come.

SAMUEL BECKETT
Malone Dies

The turmoil of the day freezes in a thousand absurd postures.

SAMUEL BECKETT from Malone Dies

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 look all alike.

SAMUEL BECKETT
Malone Dies

Misfortunes, blessings, I have no time to pick my words, I am in a hurry to be done. And yet no, I am in no hurry.

SAMUEL BECKETT from Malone Dies

I wonder what my last words will be, written, the others do not endure, but vanish, into thin air. I shall never know.

SAMUEL BECKETT from Malone Dies

But I have felt so many strange things, so many baseless things assuredly, that they are perhaps better left unsaid. To speak for example of the times when I go liquid and become like mud, what good would that do? Or of the others when I would be lost in the eye of a needle, I am so hard and contracted? No, those are well-meaning squirms that get me nowhere.