"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."
"What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips."
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Source: Samuel Beckett (2009). “Three Novels: Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable”, p.332, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
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