For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

Yes, light, there is no other word for it.

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

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

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.