“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”
More from Samuel Beckett
“Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.”
“We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.”
“We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?”
“If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.”