Nothing is more real than nothing.
How hideous is the semicolon.
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.
We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.