Habit is a great deadened.

— Samuel Beckett

HAMM:Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?NAGY:I didn't know.HAMM:What? What didn't you know?NAGY:That it'd be you.(Pause.)

— Samuel Beckett

Have you shat, my child, I said gently.

— Samuel Beckett

Henry: I usen't to need anyone, just to myself, stories, there was a great one about an old fellow called Bolton, I never finished it, I never finished any of them, I never finished anything, everything always went on forever. (Pause.)

— Samuel Beckett

He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it.

— Samuel Beckett

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

— Samuel Beckett

I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had.

— Samuel Beckett

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

— Samuel Beckett

I can't go on, I'll go on.

— Samuel Beckett

I can't go on. I'll go on.

— Samuel Beckett