"And to tell the truth I not only knew who I was, but I had a sharper and clearer sense of my..."

“And to tell the truth I not only knew who I was, but I had a sharper and clearer sense of my identity than ever before, in spite of its deep lesions and the wounds with which it was covered. And from this point of view I was less fortunate than my other acquaintances. I am sorry if this last phrase is not so happy as it might be. It deserved, who knows, to be without ambiguity.”



- Samuel Beckett, Molloy (via robcam-wfu)

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