Perhaps I am equal to the relatively trifling act of organisation that is all that is needed to turn this dereliction, profoundly felt, into literature.
— Beckett (diary 1937), in Knowlson, Damned to Fame
Perhaps I am equal to the relatively trifling act of organisation that is all that is needed to turn this dereliction, profoundly felt, into literature.
— Beckett (diary 1937), in Knowlson, Damned to Fame
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
– Kafka