The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

Normally I didn’t see a great deal. I didn’t hear a great deal either. I didn’t pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.