He said it was artificial respiration, but now I find I am to have his child.

Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.

I wrote much because I was paid little. I had no great desire to leave a literary name behind me.

I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

As we grow older, the memories of early life brighten, those of maturity and senescence grow dim and confused.