Samuel Beckett Quotes

This is going to be a happy day. Another happy day.

Have at last written another [play, i.e., Endgame].... Rather difficult and elliptic, mostly depending on the power of the text to claw, more inhuman than "Godot."

Habit is the ballast that chains a dog to his vomit.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.

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

To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that is perhaps something, perhaps something.

Birth was the death of him.