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

You are not satisfied unless form is so strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one without almost without bothering to read the other.

It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?