Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!

Mysterious affair, electricity.

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

Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?

The end of a life is always vivifying.