746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

My mother. I don't think too harshly of her. I know she did all she could not to have me, except of course the one thing, and if she never succeeded in getting me unstuck, it was that fate had earmarked me for less compassionate sewers.

S: He is weeping, sir, shall I note it?A: I really do not know what to advise, miss.S: Inasmuch as...how shal I say?...human trait...can one say in English?A: I have never come across it, miss, but no doubt.

what would I do without this world faceless incuriouswhere to be lasts but an instant where every instantspills in the void the ignorance of having beenwhat would I do what I did yesterday and the day beforepeering out of my deadlight looking for anotherwandering like me eddying far from all the living in a convulsive spaceamong the voices voicelessthat throng my hiddenness

CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that.

Vladimir: Now? ... (Joyous.) There you are again... (Indifferent.) There we are again... (Gloomy.) There I am again.

Bah, the latest news, the latest news is not the last.

One day I caught sight of my son. He was striding along with a briefcase under his arm. He took off his hat and bowed and I saw he was as bald as a coot. I was almost certain it was he. I turned round to gaze after him. He went bustling along on his duck feet, bowing and scraping and flourishing his hat left and right. The insufferable son of a bitch.

There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.