Lick your neighbor as yourself!

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

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

To restore silence is the role of objects.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.