Κάθε λέξη είναι ένας άχρηστος λεκές στη σιωπή και στο τίποτα.

“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”

“Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating …”

“Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist…”

“Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were…”