Each word seemed to me an unnecessary stain on silence of nothingness.

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

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

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.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Some are born mad. Some remain so.

The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.

Vladimir: That passed the time. Estragon: It would have passed in any case. Vladimir: Yes, but not so rapidly.