If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational.

To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

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

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.