The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This

Estragon: Suppose We Repented. Vladimir: Repented What? Estragon: Oh...(he Reflects.) We Wouldn’t Have To Go Into The Details. Vladimir: Our Being Born?

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

Birth Was The Death Of Him.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.