Quote #42
But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes.
More from Samuel Beckett
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- The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the…
- To restore silence is the role of objects.
- To contrive a little kingdom, in the midst of the universal muck, then shit on it, ah that was me all over.
- To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
- I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of-how shall I say, I don't know.
- And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing…