Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.