Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.