Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
To restore silence is the role of objects.
There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.