Estrogen: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Colored they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

— Samuel Beckett

Estrogen: They're too big Vladimir: Perhaps you'll have socked some day

— Samuel Beckett

Estrogen: You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone, too. Vladmir: Then why do you always come crawling back? Estragon: I don't know.

— Samuel Beckett

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

— Samuel Beckett

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

— Samuel Beckett

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.—Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)

— Samuel Beckett

E: Well, shall we go? V: Yes, let's go.(They do not move)

— Samuel Beckett

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on. So that I was never disappointed, so to speak, whatever I did, in this domain. And these inseparable fools I indulged turn about, that they might understand their foolishness.

— Samuel Beckett

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of a man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

— Samuel Beckett

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

— Samuel Beckett