#malone dies

[hautaaja]

And I even feel a strange desire come over me, the desire to know what I am doing, and why. So I near the goal I set in my young days and which prevented me from living. And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another. Very pretty.

from Malone Dies by Samuel Beckett

[tamsoj]

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts out and drowns everything.

Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

[onenakedfarmer]

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.

[robcam-wfu]

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

— Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies

[beljar]

Nothing is more real than nothing.

Samuel Beckett, from Malone Dies, 1951

[elizabethanism]

“—but to hell with all this fucking scenery.”

(Beckett, Malone Dies)

[quotation--marks]

I am satisfied, there, I have enough, I am repaid, I need nothing more. Let me say before I go any further that I forgive nobody. I wish them all an atrocious life and then the fires and ice of hell and in the exercrable generations to come an honoured name. Enough for this evening. 

Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies (trans. Samuel Beckett)

[crnakugla]

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again. − Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies