Samuel beckett

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Birth was the death of him.

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.