One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.
Personally I always preferred Lipton's.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Habit is a great deadener.
When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture, in...
Constipation is a sign of good health in pomeranians.
They comedifferent and the samewith each it is different and the samewith each the absence of love is differentwith each the absence of love is the same
I find me, leave me, go towards me, come from me, nothing ever but me, a particle of me, retrieved, lost, gone astray, I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for...
HAMM:In my house.(pause.)One day you’ll be blind, like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.(pause.)One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down...
The only sin is the sin of being born
POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future.
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.
I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stra...
Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of...
Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.