Nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.

Estragon: I Can't Go On Like This. Vladimir: That's What You Think.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.