Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.
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.
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.