"It is in the tranquillity of decomposition that I remember the long confused emotion which was my life, and that I judge it, as it is said that God will judge me, and with no less impertinence. To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don’t torment me, but one sometimes forgets. And of that life too I shall tell you perhaps one day, the day I know that when I thought I knew I was merely existing and that passion without form or stations will have devoured me down to the rotting flesh itself and that when I know that I know nothing, I am only crying out as I have always cried out, more or less piercingly, more or less openly. Let me cry out then, it’s said to be good for you."
Samuel Beckett, Molloy. (via megowilson)