Samuel Beckett

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

– Samuel Beckett

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
– Samuel Beckett

We are all born mad. Some remain so.
– Samuel Beckett

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
– Samuel Beckett