Samuel Beckett

Ireland
13 Apr 1906 // 22 Dec 1989
Writer

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I�m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Waiting for Godot
There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

Waiting for Godot
If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.

Happy Days
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.

Watt
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

Proust
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Waiting for Godot
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Waiting for Godot
Nothing is more real than nothing.

Malone Dies
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.

Waiting for Godot
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Worstward Ho
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