Estragon: Suppose We Repented. Vladimir: Repented What?

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

That's The Mistake I Made, One Of The Mistakes, To Have Wanted A Story For Myself, Whereas Life Alone Is Enough.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.

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.