Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.

With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I'll challenge him. I'll say, I don't know, I'll say something, I'll think of something when the time comes.

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 love, after all?

Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

there is [...]a last even of last times of sayingif you do not love me I shall not be lovedif I do not love you I shall not love

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

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

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Lick your neighbor as yourself!