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Authors
Samuel Beckett
Irish
Playwright
About the author
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Now
#Artist
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Earth
#Cure
Words are all we have.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Words
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Silence
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Man
#Destiny
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#People
#Saints
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Light
#Night
#Grave
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Nothing
#World
#Unhappiness
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Right
#Day
#Reason
#Old
#Memories
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Trying
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.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#End
#Thought
#Earth
#First
#Sea
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.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Hell
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Nothing
#Business
#Regret
#Dying
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Nothing
#Writing
#Silence
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Sense
#Humanity
#Poets
#Intelligence
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
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.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#World
#Quality
#Tears
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Faults
That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Earth
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Time
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Words
#End
#Beginning
Birth was the death of him.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Death
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Love
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#University
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Life
#Exercise
#Beginning
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Word
#Silence
#Nothingness
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Love
Habit is a great deadener.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Habit
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Man
#Feet
#Fault
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#State
#Man
#Butterflies
#Vertigo
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright
#Body
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett,
Irish
Playwright