What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.

What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

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

it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one