More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
Nothing is more real than nothing.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.
I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.