“I can't go on, I'll go on.”

“You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.”

“...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on”

“ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this.VLADIMIR: That's what you think.”

“But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life I'll end up by believing it.”

“Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.”

“Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.”