Habit is a great deadener.
Quote by Samuel Beckett
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Words are all we have.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing?
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night...
Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the...
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical...
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...
Do we mean love, when we say love?
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a...
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not...
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast...