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

It'll be your own torture," he said, serious. "I hope to God it'll torture you to madness.

Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.

For no man is damned precisely because God hath not chosen him, because he is not elected, but because he is a sinner, and doth wilfully refuse the means of grace offered.

Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?