Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

Estragon: Nothing to be done.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

The only sin is the sin of being born.