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
thinking want ass
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.
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.
thinking goes-on waiting-for-godot
ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this. VLADIMIR: That's what you think.
thinking waiting-for-godot godot
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
loss thinking sight
The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.
thinking
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
heart thinking escaping
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
thinking danger inches
My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.
mother rain thinking
Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
thinking thoughtful should-have
it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one
life dance thinking
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
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.
thinking impossible speak
But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.
thinking mind want
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.