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 BECKETTWith all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETTFail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTDon’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
SAMUEL BECKETTFor in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETTAny fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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 BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETTMy mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETTI could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETTEver tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETTI gave up before birth.
SAMUEL BECKETTGo on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETT