I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

Mysterious affair, electricity.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had.

Where you have nothing, there you should want nothing.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.