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 BECKETTEvery word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe essential doesn’t change.
SAMUEL BECKETTI have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
SAMUEL BECKETTFriendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
SAMUEL BECKETTLife is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETTThat desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT