Samuel Beckett: Molloy

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

What was God doing with himself before the creation?

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.