Footfalls Beckett Quotes & Sayings

Write what will stop your breath if you don't write. — Grace Paley

I don't collaborate. You're born alone, you die alone, you get on stage alone. — Grace Jones

The GA's new recruits have to be the slowest learners since the eradication of Down's syndrome. — Peter Watts

I expect to win. I've never been content with anything I've ever done. — Randy Johnson

Life has all sorts of hills and valleys, and sometimes you don't end up doing what you had your heart set out on, but sometimes that's even better! — Ruth Buzzi

M o re times a c u s t omer agr e es to a p r o b l em or difficulty, t he m o re likely t he sale — Anonymous

Our modern Western culture only recognises the first of these, freedom of desires. It then worships such a freedom by enshrining it at the forefront of national constituitions and bills of human rights. One can say that the underlying creed of most Western democracies is to protect their people's freedom to realise their desires, as far as this is possible. It is remarkable that in such countries people do not feel very free. The second kind of freedom, freedom from desires, is celebrated only in some religious communities. It celebrates contentment, peace that is free from desires. — Ajahn Brahm

Lexicographers are language reporters. — Erin McKean

I don't really get nervous in front of people. I kind of walk into every situation like I'm walking in to meet my peers, and they either like me or not. — Nico Tortorella

The most rabidly religious people are the most rabidly evil. — Juliana Hatfield

[deconstruction and other French theories] was the gift of the French. They gave Americans a language they did not need. It was like the Statue of Liberty. Nobody needs French theory. — Jean Baudrillard

Do spirals end? Or just get so tiny your eyes can't follow any more? — David Mitchell

I have a new theory about algebra," I said. "In going to learn it by osmosis. — Robin McKinley

From time to time. You do not count your steps any more. For the simple reason they number each day the same. Average day in day out the same. The way being always the same. You keep count of the days and every tenth night multiply. And add. Your father's shade is not with you any more. It fell out long ago. You do not feel your footfalls any more. Unhearing unseeing you go your way. Day after day. The same way. As if there were no other any more. For you there is no other any more. You used never to halt except to make your reckoning. So as to plod from nought anew. This need removed as we have seen there is none in theory to halt any more. Save perhaps a moment at the outermost point. To gather yourself together for the return. And yet you do. As never before. — Samuel Beckett