I gave up before birth.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

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

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

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.