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

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.