VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

How hideous is the semicolon.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?