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 have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Habit is a great deadener.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
I had little talent for happiness.
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.