What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

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