If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETTIf you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETTNothing is more real than nothing.
SAMUEL BECKETTTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTThe whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
SAMUEL BECKETTIn my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
SAMUEL BECKETTYou’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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 BECKETTAll has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETTWhat are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETTFail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETTYes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETTMy mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETTBetter hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETTPeople are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETTI pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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