The end of a life is always vivifying.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!