I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
My mistakes are my life.
I had little talent for happiness.
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!