A Few Fave Licks from Beckett's "Molloy"

• you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins
• To restore silence is the role of objects
• and the arctic radiance comes pissing on our midnights
• I took a pebble from my pocket and sucked it. It was smooth, from having been sucked so long, by me, and beaten by the storm
• and soon through that mist too which rises in me every day and veils the world from me and veils me from myself
• Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names
• Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong
• Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms