“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.”
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.”