Make sense who may. I switch off. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett
Make sense who may. I switch off. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett
The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of. – Samuel Beckett