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

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant