Love requited is a short circuit.

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

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

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