Will I ever

Let us wait for a minute and this vile dust fall back upon viler worms.

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett

It is suicide to be abroad. But what is it to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular. What normal woman wants affection?

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett