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
originality said
All has not been said and never will be.
men thinking reality
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
mentor want matter
What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.
real dark phrases
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.
thinking goes-on waiting-for-godot
ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this. VLADIMIR: That's what you think.
has-beens rare-things
It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
misery enough pauses
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
silence gone awful
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
thinking waiting-for-godot godot
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
hands bored waiting
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!
believe ideas despair
I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.
fun time-flies having-fun
How time flies when one has fun!
light black
Light black. From pole to pole.
eye shadow looks
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.