Estragon: Nothing to be done.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.