The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
Make sense who may. I switch off.
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.
Hamm: There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
To restore silence is the role of objects.
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.