And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

Words are all we have.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

My mistakes are my life.

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.