The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The

Name, No, Nothing Is Nameable, Tell, No, Nothing Can Be Told, What Then, I Don't Know, I Shouldn't Have Begun.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

If There Is One Question I Dread, To Which I Have Never Been Able To Invent A Satisfactory Reply, It Is The Question What Am I Doing.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.