I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

Habit is a great deadener.

The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.

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.

Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

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