Samuel Beckett
Each word seemed to me an unnecessary stain on silence of nothingness.
Ever tried? Ever failed? No Matter, try again, fail again, Fail better.
Yes, I don’t know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.