Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
SAMUEL BECKETTLove, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
SAMUEL BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETTDance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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 BECKETTPoets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTI could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETTWords are the clothes thoughts wear.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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 BECKETTI have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETTMemories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETT