Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett
Samuel Barclay Beckettwas a French-Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. He is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth13 April 1906
CityFoxrock, Ireland
CountryIreland
grieving tragedy goes-on
I can't go on. I'll go on.
who-i-am knowing what-matters
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
may resignation make-sense
Make sense who may. I switch off.
life dance thinking
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
godot said ifs
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
taken eye simple
Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.
bored awful waiting-for-godot
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
littles facts ends
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.
dream order dust
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
witness
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
nice wish stage
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
thinking mouths kind
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
god humorous atheism
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?
said
All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.