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.

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.

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.

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Yes, I don’t know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.