I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.

Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

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

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.

My mistakes are my life.