Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results. 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 sightlossthinking 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 godwaterlong 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 soullovemoving Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards. Samuel Beckett philosophyrealityart Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings. Samuel Beckett sadfrustrationwings Adulterers, take warning, never admit. Samuel Beckett adulterywarning If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. Samuel Beckett bodyusewindow Lick your neighbor as yourself! Samuel Beckett self-loveneighborlove God is love. Yes or no? No. Samuel Beckett yes-or-nogodlove 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 mudspringlong Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits. Samuel Beckett successionhabitlife-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 ignorancecharacterart In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms? Samuel Beckett caveseggsnames To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now. Samuel Beckett messartist I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better. Samuel Beckett try-againfailingtrying 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-havejoygiving 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 writingmemorieslying 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 departurerealwould-be Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy. Samuel Beckett greedybreathinggiven
