All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Knowledge Through Words
K
Embrace Being
E
You would do better, he said, to abandon all that, to stop speaking and thinking, and simply to try to be.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Nature’s Diversity
N
There is a little of everything, apparently, in nature, and freaks are common.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Reality of Nothingness
R
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Hope for Change
H
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Conceiving Time
C
What matter whether the mind is capable of conceiving a past, when it is not capable of conceiving the absence of a future?
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Desire for Escape
D
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Tears Beyond Grief
T
The tears stream down my cheeks from a source much farther off than grief.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
Desire’s Distortion
D
There is nothing like desire for preventing the things one says from bearing any resemblance to what one has in one’s mind.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy
The Cycle of Seeking
T
But it is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.
Samuel Beckett – Molloy