All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.

Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.