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

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

To what will love not stoop!

There's no lack of void.

Yes, light, there is no other word for it.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.