Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?