If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.