Thomas

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

“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

“Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!”
― Samuel Beckett

“The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.”
― Samuel Beckett