The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.
There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.
Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.
Love requited is a short circuit.