People are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
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 BECKETTDo we mean love, when we say love?
SAMUEL BECKETTEvery word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETTI marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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 BECKETTBirth was the death of him.
SAMUEL BECKETTAll mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
SAMUEL BECKETTAny fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETTArt has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
SAMUEL BECKETTThere’s never an end for the sea.
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