POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.