I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing, of going a little further along a dreary road.

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

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

The essential doesn't change.

If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

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