The only sin is the sin of being born.
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.
Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes, yes, we're magicians.