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
simple light needs
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much. A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns.
blessed confusion waiting
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come
fate too-late existentialism
Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!
time hair teeth
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
unhappy enough
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
enough
VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.
Was I asleep? Had I slept?
dark use
Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
dark dying strange
Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.
suicide home dissolution
It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
names eggs phantoms
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
guarantees dull lightning
Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.
life-is habit succession
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
writing letters life-is
My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.