Thomas

“Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy

“You who read me, are You sure of understanding my language?”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel

“I am still alive then. That may come in useful.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy

“Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.”
― Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable