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

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

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