I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain On Silence And Nothingness.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

My Characters Have Nothing. I'm Working With Impotence, Ignorance... That Whole Zone Of Being That Has Always Been Set Aside By Artists As Something Unusable - Something By Definition Incompatible With Art.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.