But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETTBut what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
SAMUEL BECKETTI marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETTIn my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
SAMUEL BECKETTDear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETTThat desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETTAny fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETTFor in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETTI use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo restore silence is the role of objects.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETTAgainst the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords are the clothes thoughts wear.
SAMUEL BECKETT