Life is, of course, terrible.
The ideal reader of my novels is a lapsed Catholic and failed musician, short-sighted, colour-blind, auditorily biased, who has read the books that I have read.
To devastate is easier and more spectacular than to create.
When a man cannot chose, he ceases to be a man.
Literature is all, or mostly, about sex.
Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.