I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTDance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTReality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
SAMUEL BECKETTHabit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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 BECKETTFail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTLife is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETTArt has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETTTo find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
SAMUEL BECKETTGo on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
SAMUEL BECKETT