Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun. - Samuel Beckett

God is a witness that cannot be sworn.

Yes, I was my father and I was my son, I asked myself questions and answered as best I could, I had it told to me evening after evening, the same old story I knew by heart and couldn't believe, or we walked together, hand in hand, silent, sunk in our worlds, each in his worlds, the hands forgotten in each other. That's how I've held out till now. And this evening again it seems to be working, I'm in my arms, I'm holding myself in my arms, without much tenderness, but faithfully, faithfully. Sleep now, as under that ancient lamp, all twined together, tired out with so much talking, so much listening, so much toil and play.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.