The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

Habit is a great deadener.

We are all born; some remain so.

Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.