The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!