Then I Went Back Into

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.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.