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

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

Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

Habit is a great deadener.

The end of a life is always vivifying.