Estragon: People are bloody ignorant apes.
How is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being save. The four of them were there-or therabouts-and only one speaks of a thief being saved.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Do you always believe in the life to come Mine was always that.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it
I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine ... 'Do not despair one of the thieves was saved do not presume one of the thieves was damned.' That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.
Vladimir That passed the time. Estragon It would have passed in any case. Vladimir Yes, but not so rapidly.
Birth was the death of him.
Words are all we have.
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
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.
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.
I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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