I am not interested in living in a city where there isn’t a production by Samuel Beckett running.

I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday in August with two small children, which believe me is enough to convince you that Samuel Beckett was right about everything.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.

VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!

A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, rêveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L’air est plein de nos cris.

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