Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

And all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I need know nothing. Here all is clear. No, all is not clear. But the discourse must go on. So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.

If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.