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.
Fail, fail again, fail better.
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
My keepers, why keepers, I’m in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it’s to make me think I’m a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.
My mistakes are my life.
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.