Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

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

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.