VLADIMIR: You waagerrim?
This was indeed a merciful coincidence, was it not, that at the moment of Watt's losing sight of the ground floor, he lost interest in it also.
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 strength to go on.
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.
So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.
Perhaps after all she put me in her rectum. A matter of complete indifference to me, I needn't tell you. But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes. Have I never known true l...
People are bloody ignorant apes.
On. Stare on. Say on. Be on. Somehow on. Anyhow on. Till dim gone. At long last gone. All at long last gone.
On trouve toujours quelque chose, hein, Didi, pour nous donner l'impression d'exister?
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.
Let there then be light, it will not necessarily be disastrous. Or let there be none, we'll manage without it. But these lights, in the plural, which rear aloft, swell, sweep down and go out hissing,...
Je suis comme ça. Ou j'oublie tout de suite ou je n'oublie jamais
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg.Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
I who had loved the image of old Geulincx, dead young, who left me free, on the black boat of Ulysses, to crawl towards the East, along the deck. That is a great measure of freedom, for him who has no...
I thought much about myself. That is to say I often took a quick look at myself, closed my eyes, forgot, began again.
I had such horror then of these paltry perplexities that I always fell into the same error, that of seeking to clear them up. It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realize that the colou...
Her mind was a press of formless questions, mingling and crumbling limply away.