746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

We live on earth and there is no cure.

In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.

Art has always been this – pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric – whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come.

But is it true love, in the rectum?

I love order. It’s my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

I have changed refuge so often, in the course of my rout, that now I can’t tell between dens and ruins. But there was never any city but the one. It is true you often move along in a dream, houses and factories darken the air, trams go by and under your feet wet from the grass there are suddenly cobbles. I only know the city of my childhood, I must have seen the other, but unbelieving. All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.