Samuel Beckett Quotes

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

Habit is a great deadener.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves?
Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?

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.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

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

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

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.

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!

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

The essential doesn't change.