Most writers waste people’s time with too many words. I’m trying to reduce everything down to the minimum. My last work will be a blank piece of paper. — Samuel Beckett Advertisements
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.
I have nothing against happiness. I just don’t happen to have a talent for it. — Samuel Beckett
(Looking at the tree) Pity we haven’t got a bit of rope. ― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. (Grove Press; 1 edition, May 17, 2011) Originally published 1952. Premiered 5 January 1953 at theThéâtre de Babylone, Paris France.
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and… Continue reading Samuel Beckett
You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that. ― Samuel Beckett, Endgame & Act Without Words. (Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published January 1st 1957.
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order. ― Samuel Beckett