— Emily Dickinson, “After great pain, a formal feeling comes —”
Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
— Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies






