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
beautiful father men
I had seen faces in photographs I might have found beautiful had I known even vaguely in what beauty was supposed to consist. And my father's face, on his death-bolster, had seemed to hint at some form of aesthetics relevant to man. But the faces of the living, all grimace and flush, can they be described as objects?
art ignorance character
My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art.
want enjoy ifs
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
intelligent mind sometimes
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.
time night light
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
habit
Habit is a great deadener.
powerful passion sloth
Sloth is all passions the most powerful.
beauty long phrases
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.
believe sea atheism
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.
waiting-for-godot speak stay-with-me
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!
sadness eye brain
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
love affection short-circuit
Love requited is a short circuit.
years world wander
Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.
love god yes-or-no
God is love. Yes or no? No.