No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. – Samuel Beckett
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
Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. – Samuel Beckett
In depression…faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no rememdy will come, not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute. It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul. – William Styron