The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

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

I had little talent for happiness.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

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.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.