Samuel Beckett in London, 1979. Photograph: Paul Joyce

An envelope and postcard inscribed by Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett

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Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett

Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place, that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

— Samuel Beckett, Watt

My appearance still made people laugh, with that hearty jovial laugh so good for the health.

— Samuel Beckett, The End