If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

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.

There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.

We all are born mad. Some remain so.