If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

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.

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

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.