746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

How time flies when one has fun!

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Light black. From pole to pole.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.