Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

Normally I didn’t see a great deal. I didn’t hear a great deal either. I didn’t pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

Better hope deferred than none.

The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. I've swallowed three hooks and am still hungry. Hence the howls. What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but strech out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for eternity.