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Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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Dublin city
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Sa-miao-erh Pei-kʻo-tʻe
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Semicolon
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[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.
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James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
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We all are born mad. Some remain so.
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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.
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To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.
Samuel Beckett
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
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It was the only way to progress, to stop.
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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 long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
Samuel Beckett
My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.
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My mistakes are my life.
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The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.
Samuel Beckett
Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
Samuel Beckett
Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
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Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
Samuel Beckett
