Words Fail, There Are Times When Even

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.