Make sense who may. I switch off. – Samuel Beckett
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett

Make sense who may. I switch off. – Samuel Beckett
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett
Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to a job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it. – Ellen Goodman