"I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all."

"The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain."

"And perhaps there is none, no morrow anymore, for one who has waited so long for it in vain. And perhaps he has come to that stage of his instant when to live is to wander the last of the living in the depths of an instant without bounds, where the light never changes and the wrecks all look alike. Bluer scarcely than white of egg the eyes stare into the space before them, namely the fullness of the great deep and unchanging calm. But at long intervals they close, with the gentle suddenness of flesh that tightens, often without anger, and closes on itself."

"You're on earth. There's no cure for that."

"You can't have everything, I've often noticed it."

"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."

"Habit is a great deadener."

"What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes."

"I must be happy, he said, it is less pleasant than I should have thought."

"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."

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

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more."

"We are all born mad. Some remain so."

"Words are the clothes thoughts wear."

"I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo."

"But mostly not for nothing never quite for nothing even stillest night when air too still for even the lightest leaf to sound no not to sound to carry too still for even the lightest leaf to carry the brief way here and not die the sound not die on the brief way the wave not die away."

"Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything."

"It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter."

"Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better."

"Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you."

"She was willing a little bit of sweated labour, incapable of betraying the slogan of her slavers, that since the customer or sucker was paying for his gutrot ten times what it cost to produce and five times what it cost to fling in his face, it was only reasonable to defer to his complaints up to but not exceeding fifty per cent of his exploitation."

"Try again. Fail again. Fail better."

"And if ever I'm reduced to looking for a meaning to my life, you never can tell, it's in that old mess I'll stick my nose to begin with, the mess of that poor old uniparous whore and myself the last of my foul brood, neither man nor beast."

"I can't go on. I'll go on."

"No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found."

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

"Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy."

"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."

"CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that."

"The end is in the beginning and yet you go on."

"I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.(Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.)Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited."

"If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window."

"Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me."

"There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle."

"Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick."

"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."

"For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of a man, even our anthropologists have realised that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite."

"For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on. So that I was never disappointed, so to speak, whatever I did, in this domain. And these inseparable fools I indulged turn about, that they might understand their foolishness."

"To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten."

"With a cluther of limbs and organs, all that is needed to live again, to hold out a little time, I'll call that living, I'll say it's me, I'll get standing, I'll stop thinking, I'll be too busy, getting standing, staying standing, stirring about, holding out, getting to tomorrow, tomorrow week, that will be ample, a week will be ample, a week in spring, that puts the jizz in you."

"Unfathomable mind: now beacon, now sea."

"Have you shat, my child, I said gently."

"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 the midst of my family all trying to embrace me at once, until by virtue of a supreme spasm I am catapulted in the opposite direction and gradually leave backwards, without having said good evening."

"I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life."

"I can't go on, I'll go on."

"Name, no, nothing is namable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun."

"To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was."

"The only sin is the sin of being born."

"POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future."

"Words are all we have."