I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

My mistakes are my life.