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.

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.(Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.)Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.

He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it.

In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead.

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

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

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.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.