So that I would have hesitated to exclaim, with my finger up my arse-hole for example, Jesus Christ, it's much worse than yesterday, I can hardly believe it is the same hole.
Perhaps after all she put me in her rectum. A matter of complete indifference to me, I needn't tell you. But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes. Have I never known true l...
Nous naissons tous fous. Quelques-uns le demeurent.
Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind...
Je suis comme ça. Ou j'oublie tout de suite ou je n'oublie jamais
I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast.
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.)Hamm: The waves, how are the...
HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something?CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something!(Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.
Estragon: Nothing to be done.
But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and how many graves in her giving, for the living.First Love
As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
And if I sometimes hear nothing for hours on end it is for reasons of which I know nothing, or because about me all goes really silent, from time to time, whereas for the righteous the tumult of the w...
And agreement only comes a little later, with the forgetting.
Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow f...