I Admire [samuel] Beckett, But I Am

Your Scare Me Rather. My Reflection In The Glass Never Did That; Of Course, I Knew It So Well. Like Something I Had Tamed...i'm Going To Smile, And My Smile Will Sink Down Into Your Pupils, And Heaven Knows What It Will Become.

Little Flashes Of Sun On The Surface Of A Cold, Dark Sea.

Things Are Entirely What They Appear To Be And Behind Them... There Is Nothing.

When One Does Nothing, One Believes Oneself Responsible For Everything.

The Aim Of Language...is To Communicate...to Impart To Others The Results One Has Obtained...as I Talk, I Reveal The Situation...i Reveal It To Myself And To Others In Order To Change It.