If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational.

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant

The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.