This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.

Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.

I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you.

I mean, if a thing works, if a thing is right, respect that, acknowledge it, respect it and hold to it.

Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated.