What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.
Samuel BeckettThe tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
Samuel BeckettThe loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.
Samuel Beckett