Samuel Beckett
15 quotations
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
The bastard! He doesn't exist!
Habit is a great deadener.
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Make sense who may. I switch off.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Birth was the death of him.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Words are all we have.