Samuel Beckett Quotes

There's never an end for the sea.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of a man, even our anthropologists have realised that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

Estragon: And if he doesn't come?Vladimir: (after a moment of bewilderment) We'll see when the time comes.

Lucky's monologue: "(...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts peniciline and succedanea in a word(...)

She began stroking my ankles. I considered kicking her in the cunt.

Estragon: They're too bigVladimir: Perhaps you'll have socks some day

Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.

In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.