Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.

Dying For Dark — And The Darker The Worse. Strange.

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

Do We Mean Love, When We Say Love?