What do we do now, now that we are happy?
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do we do now, now that we are happy?
SAMUEL BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
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 BECKETTAll poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is more real than nothing.
SAMUEL BECKETTI tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
SAMUEL BECKETTBut at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
SAMUEL BECKETTThe creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETTMy mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETTLife is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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 BECKETT