Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that. Samuel Beckett More Quotes by Samuel Beckett More Quotes From Samuel Beckett The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred. Samuel Beckett sight loss thinking The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. Samuel Beckett god water long What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved? Samuel Beckett soul love moving Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. Samuel Beckett philosophy reality art Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings. Samuel Beckett sad frustration wings Adulterers, take warning, never admit. Samuel Beckett adultery warning If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. Samuel Beckett body use window Lick your neighbor as yourself! Samuel Beckett self-love neighbor love God is love. Yes or no? No. Samuel Beckett yes-or-no god love VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it. Samuel Beckett enough I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image. Samuel Beckett mud spring long Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits. Samuel Beckett succession habit life-is My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art. Samuel Beckett ignorance character art In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms? Samuel Beckett caves eggs names To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now. Samuel Beckett mess artist I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better. Samuel Beckett try-again failing trying What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all Samuel Beckett should-have joy giving I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had. Samuel Beckett writing memories lying If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational. Samuel Beckett departure real would-be Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy. Samuel Beckett greedy breathing given
