Perhaps my best years are gone … but I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire that’s in me now.
ESTRAGON : Charming spot. Inspiring prospects. Let’s go.
Let me pray to God…The bastard! He doesn’t exist.
Habit is a great deadener.
You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
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