Samuel Beckett

Anyway, the audience will arrive, understand nothing, and call it profound. Same time tomorrow.

Still better pacing than your coffeehouse speeches, Jean-Paul.

He calls it restraint because the alternative was finishing a sentence.

You owe half your career to my patience and all of your pauses to your personality.

This is not minimalism, Samuel. This is a hostage situation for nouns.

Marcel, at least you had the decency to be long on purpose.

Both of you are loud in different fonts. I was in bed writing entire civilizations and nobody gave me this much trouble.

Samuel, you wrote a play where people wait and still managed to act impatient.

Samuel is just mad because I gave language a feast and he served the invoice.

And you turned every room into a blank stare with a chair in it.