If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

Birth was the death of him.

Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.