If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.