Enough to know no knowing.

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

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.

Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.

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.

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

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.