I never read philosophy, that's what Beckett said in an interview. I don’t understand it, he said. And when they asked him why he wrote his books, he said, I don’t know. I’m not an intellectual. I just feel things. I invented Molloy and the rest on the day I understood how stupid I’d been. I began then to write down the things I feel.
How stupid must I have been to invent him?, W., W. asks me. I might as well have invented him, he says, for all the resemblance the written W. bears to him. I made W. from my stupidity, says W. I folded him from it like a paper plane. Through a weird origami, I gave him life. And then I set him, like a paper tiger, against me.
Lars Iyer's Blog 