Saturday, November 8, 2014

Waiting. No. More.

“- I can't go on like this. 
    - That's what you think.” 

“- What do they say?
  - They talk about their lives.
  -  To have lived is not enough for them. 
  - They have to talk about it.”

“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”

“We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.”

(Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot)

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