Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

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

Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.