Let us wait

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

Oh I am just a hysterical old hag I know, destroyed with sorrow and pining and gentility and church-going and fat and rheumatism and childlessness.

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett