Beckett, Samuel
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Beckett, Samuel
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.
Beckett, Samuel
Death and Dying
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Beckett, Samuel
Chaos
What do I know of man s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Beckett, Samuel
Destiny
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.
Beckett, Samuel
Burial
Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.
Beckett, Samuel
Diets and Dieting
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.
Beckett, Samuel
God
Habit is a great deadener.
Beckett, Samuel
Habit
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Beckett, Samuel
Failure
The bastard! He doesn t exist!
Beckett, Samuel
God
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Beckett, Samuel
Insanity
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it s awful.
Beckett, Samuel
Inertia
Let me go to hell, that s all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
Beckett, Samuel
Parents and Parenting
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Beckett, Samuel
Punctuality
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it s the most comical thing in the world.
Beckett, Samuel
Unhappiness
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Beckett, Samuel
Silence
Make sense who may. I switch off.
Beckett, Samuel
Resignation
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Beckett, Samuel
Age and Aging
Birth was the death of him.
Beckett, Samuel
Birth
To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
Beckett, Samuel
Age and Aging
There s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Beckett, Samuel
Blame
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Beckett, Samuel
Cries and Crying
Words are all we have.
Beckett, Samuel
Words