With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!