Irish novelist & playwright (1906-1989)
Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
SAMUEL BECKETT
The Unnamable
Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.
SAMUEL BECKETT
"Proust", Samuel Beckett: Poems
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy
We may reason on to our heart's content, the fog won't lift.
SAMUEL BECKETT
The Expelled
Yesterday shall be tomorrow, riddle me that my rapparee.
SAMUEL BECKETT
"Home Olga", Samuel Beckett: Poems
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Endgame
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.
SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy