“Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.”
Author detail
Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant-garde writer, dramatist and poet, writing in English and French. Beckett's work offers a bleak outlook on human culture and both formally and philosophically became increasingly minimalist in his later career. As a student, assistant, and friend of James Joyce, Beckett is considered one of the last modernists; as an inspiration to many later writers, he is sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists. He is also considered one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called "Theatre of the Absurd." As such, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Beckett was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969 for his "writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation". Beckett was elected Saoi of Aosdána in 1984. He died in Paris of respiratory problems. ([Source][1]) [1]: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Beckett
Quotes
Showing 21-40 of 52
“Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.”
“And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for...”
“drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I cannot imagine a higher goal for today’s writer.”
0 likes
“[Y]ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.”
“You can't have everything, I've often noticed it.”
“Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
0 likes
“It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.”
0 likes
“...that double-headed monster of damnation and salvation—Time.”
0 likes
“Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.”
0 likes
“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...”
0 likes
“James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.”
0 likes
“We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?”
0 likes
“I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.”
0 likes
“There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.”
0 likes
“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.”
0 likes
“Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.”
0 likes
“It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the un...”
0 likes
“Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.”
0 likes
“You're on earth. There's no cure for that.”
0 likes
“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.”
0 likes