They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?

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

I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had.

Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Yes, light, there is no other word for it.