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

It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

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

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

To what will love not stoop!

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