Samuel Beckett Quotes

I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 13, Grove Press (1970).
Watt's need of semantic succour was at times so great that he would set to trying names on things, and on himself, almost as a woman hats.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. The narrator, in Watt, p. 83, Grove Press (1959).
My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p., Grove Press (1970). 88.
His semen had never done any harm to anyone.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 68, Grove Press (1970).
My dear parents, he said, and Mr and Mrs Micks, heroic figures, unique in the annals of cloistered fornication, filled the kitchen.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. The narrator, in Watt, p. 216, Grove Press (1959).
I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 32, Grove Press (1970). Beckett once made a similar comment about himself to the critic Rubin Rabinovitz.
What when words gone? None for what then.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. The narrator, in Worstward Ho, p. 29, Grove Press (1983).
The end of a life is always vivifying.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 37, Grove Press (1970).
Know better now. Unknow better now.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. The narrator, in Worstward Ho, p. 11, Grove Press (1983).
I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth into death, such is my impression. The feet are clear already, of the great cunt of existence.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 114, Grove Press (1970).