For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

Samuel Beckett

Categorized in : Two Littles Asking

You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

speechless misery looks

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

bored waiting hands

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

wander world years

...and a dream away in space with neither her nor there where all the footsteps ever fell can never fare nearer to anywhere nor from anywhere further away. Nor for in the end again by degrees or as though switched on dark falls there again that certain dark that alone certain ashes can. Through it who knows yet another end beneath a cloudless sky of a last end if ever there had to be another absolutely had to be.

dark dream fall

It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much. A bright light is not necessary, a taper is all one needs to live in strangeness, if it faithfully burns.

light simple doe

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

sadness eye brain

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them... by Samuel Beckett

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

answers

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

mentor vices want

in reality we are one and all from the unthinkable first to the no less unthinkable last glued together in a vast imbrication of flesh without breach or fissure

flesh together reality

There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.

differences littles lying

The end of a life is always vivifying. by Samuel Beckett

The end of a life is always vivifying.

birth life death

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness. by Samuel Beckett

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

darkness night fall

The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. I've swallowed three hooks and am still hungry. Hence the howls. What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but strech out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for eternity.

joy water long

We are all born; some remain so. by Samuel Beckett

We are all born; some remain so.

born psychological

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

strange animal men

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

horse daughter life

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me. by Samuel Beckett

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

knowing philosophy art

Try again. Fail again. Try better. by Samuel Beckett

Try again. Fail again. Try better.

perseverance failing trying

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is... by Samuel Beckett

I cannot explain my plays. Each must find out for himself what is meant

play

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once w... by Samuel Beckett

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

pauses misery enough