Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!
Samuel BeckettYes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, thatโs what Iโve had to make the best of.
Samuel BeckettName, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
Samuel BeckettAll I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
Samuel Beckett