Samuel Beckett

Words are all we have. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#could #destiny #i #know #man

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#boots #fault #feet #his #man

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. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#begins #constant #each #else #laugh

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#had #i #out #throw #use

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#cream #dublin #ireland #rich #thick

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#dead #end #handsome #i #know

Habit is a great deadener. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#habit

Birth was the death of him. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#death #him

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. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#analyzer #bring #could #i #i am