Irish novelist & playwright (1906-1989)
Better hope deferred than none.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Company
There 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 BECKETT
"Proust", Samuel Beckett: Poems
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Worstward Ho!
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Waiting for Godot
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
SAMUEL BECKETT
The Essential Samuel Beckett: An Illustrated Biography
Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy
My anger subsides, I'd like to pee.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Endgame
Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy
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 BECKETT
Molloy
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Waiting for Godot
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Waiting for Godot
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Eleutheria
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Malone Dies
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Watt
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Krapp's Last Tape
past moments old dreams back again or fresh like those that pass or things things always and memories I say them as I hear them murmur them in the mud
SAMUEL BECKETT
How It Is
Let us not waste our time in idle discourse!
SAMUEL BECKETT
Waiting for Godot
all these calculations yes explanations yes the whole story from beginning to end yes completely false yes
SAMUEL BECKETT
How It Is
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETT
The Letters of Samuel Beckett
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Proust