Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
Unfathomable mind: now beacon, now sea.
People are bloody ignorant apes.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
Estragon: I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
The only sin is the sin of being born.
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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.
Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.