The Human Eyelid Is Not Teartight (happily

The End Is In The Beginning And Yet You Go On.

My Keepers, Why Keepers, I'm In No Danger Of Stirring An Inch, Ah I See, It's To Make Me Think I'm A Prisoner, Frantic With Corporeality, Rearing To Get Out And Away.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

If You Do Not Love Me I Shall Not Be Loved If I Do Not Love You I Shall Not Love.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.