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

... A CLOCKWORK ORANGE- and I said: 'That's a fair gloopy title. Who ever heard of a clockwork orange?' Then I read a malenky bit out loud in a sort of very high type preaching goloss: '- The attempt to impose upon a man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my swordpen-

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

When a man cannot chose, he ceases to be a man.

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

Translation is not a matter of words only: it is a matter of making intelligible a whole culture.

Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.