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
charity gestures charitable
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
darkness knows
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
eye ostriches fool
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
earth cures endgame
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
able dread ifs
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
time
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
running moving thinking
All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, once known, long neglected, finally forgotten, to perform, before I can be done with speaking, done with listening, I invented it all, in the hope it would console me, help me to go on, allow me to think of myself as somewhere on a road, moving, between a beginning and an end, gaining ground, losing ground, getting lost, but somehow in the long run making headway.
goes-on ends endgame
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
butterfly men silence
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
years long answers
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
mean mean-love
Do we mean love, when we say love?
sea mind beacons
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
dies
The day that you die will be like any other day...only shorter.
alternatives sun beckett
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.