Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

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.

Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or by a word of praisefrom your parents or mentors when it would begin to cool and fade leaving you in a very short time as chill and dim as before.

To what will love not stoop!

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.