Beckett: "I speak of an art turning from it in disgust, weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing, of going a little further along a dreary road."

Duthuit: "And preferring what?"

Beckett: "The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, together with the obligation to express."