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Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful.
-Samuel Beckett
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Age
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We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
-Samuel Beckett
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To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
-Samuel Beckett
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Birth
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Birth was the death of him.
-Samuel Beckett
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Blame
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There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
-Samuel Beckett
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Chaos
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
-Samuel Beckett
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Confusion
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The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.
-Samuel Beckett, interview, Tom F. Driver,
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Crying
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The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
-Samuel Beckett
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Death
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Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.
-Samuel Beckett
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Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.
-Samuel Beckett
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Despair
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Make sense who may. I switch off.
-Samuel Beckett
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Diets and Dieting
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Probably nothing in the world arouses more false hopes Than the first four hours of a diet.
-Samuel Beckett
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Failure
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
-Samuel Beckett
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Fate & Destiny
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What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
-Samuel Beckett
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God
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How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.
-Samuel Beckett
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The bastard! He doesn't exist!
-Samuel Beckett
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Habits
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Habit is a great deadener.
-Samuel Beckett
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Insanity
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We are all born mad. Some remain so.
-Samuel Beckett
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Parenting
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Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
-Samuel Beckett
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Punctuality
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We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
-Samuel Beckett
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Sadness
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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
-Samuel Beckett
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Silence
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I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
-Samuel Beckett
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Words
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Words are all we have.
-Samuel Beckett
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Books by and about Samuel Beckett