Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETTAny fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTI have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETTYes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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 BECKETTWords and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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 BECKETTI am still alive then. That may come in useful.
SAMUEL BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT