Let me go to hell, thats all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss. – Samuel Beckett
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. – Samuel Beckett
How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones. – Samuel Beckett
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. – Samuel Beckett
My grandmother was a kind of Scarsdale, New York, society woman, best known in her day as the author of the 1959 book Growing Your Own Way: An Informal Guide for Teen-Agers – this despite being a person whose parenting style made Joan Crawfords wire hangers look like pool noodles. – Sloane Crosley