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Samuel Beckett
What do I...
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Source:...
I shall state...
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...
To find a...
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Ever tried. Ever...
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Source:...
I have my...
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Source: The...
How can one...
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer...
We are all...
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Source: 'Waiting for Godot'
-- Samuel...
I write about...
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another...
There's man all...
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Source:...
Nothing matters but...
Nothing matters but writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile. . . a stain upon the...
What do I...
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Source:...
I shall state...
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...
To find a...
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Ever tried. Ever...
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Source:...
I have my...
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Source: The...
How can one...
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer...
We are all...
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Source: 'Waiting for Godot'
-- Samuel...
I write about...
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another...
There's man all...
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Source:...
Nothing matters but...
Nothing matters but writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile. . . a stain upon the...