POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.
It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.
Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.
My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.
They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.