Author: Samuel Beckett

Cited by

• Derek Walcott (1)
  • IN: Dream On Monkey Mountain (1970) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: But I see what it is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our twilights can do. Shall I tell you?
    FROM: Waiting for Godot, (1953), Play, Ireland
• Julian Gough (1)
  • IN: Jude in London (2011) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: I began at the beginning, like an old ballocks, can you imagine that?
    FROM: Molloy, (1955), Novel, Ireland
• Jo Baker (1)
  • IN: A Country Road, A Tree (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: When some went out, others lit up.
    FROM: Molloy, (1951), Novel, Ireland
• Harry Bingham (1)
  • IN: Talking to the Dead (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
    FROM: Waiting for Godot, (1953), Play, Ireland
• Lawrence Block (1)
  • IN: Step by Step (None) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
    FROM: The Unnameable, (1953), Novel, Ireland
• Brian Evenson (2)
  • IN: Immobility (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn’t fill it, and there you’ll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.
    FROM: Endgame, (1958), Play, Ireland
• Dave Eggers (1)
  • IN: A Hologram for the King (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is not every day that we are needed.
    FROM: Waiting for Godot, (1953), Play, Ireland
• Hélène Grémillon (1)
  • IN: The Case of Lisandra P. (2013) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: But what does it matter, faint or loud, cry is cry, all that matters is that it should cease. For years I thought they would cease. Now I don't think so anymore. I could have done with other loves perhaps. But there it is, either you love or you don't.
    FROM: First Love, (1970), Short story, Ireland
• Charles Baxter (1)
  • IN: The Feast of Love (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.
    FROM: Molloy, (1951), Novel, Ireland
• Ryan David Jahn (1)
  • IN: The Dispatcher (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
    FROM: Cascando, (1936), Poem, Ireland
• Francisco Goldman (1)
  • IN: Say Her Name (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Vladimir: Suppose we repented… Estragon: Our being born?
    FROM: Waiting for Godot, (1953), Play, Ireland
• Elliot Holt (1)
  • IN: You Are One of Them (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Then babble, babble, words, like the solitary child who turns himself children, two, three, so as to be together, and whispering together, in the dark.
    FROM: Endgame, (1957), Play, Ireland
• Stephen Clarke (1)
  • IN: The Merde Factor (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Die Merde hat mich wieder.' (The merde has reclaimed me.')
    FROM: Watt, (1953), Novel, Ireland
• Ned Beauman (1)
  • IN: Glow (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: As to what hour it might have been I had no idea, except that it must have been some hour of the night. But it might have been three or four in the morning just as it might have been ten or eleven in the evening, depending no doubt on whether one wondered at the scarcity of passers-by or at the extraordinary radiance shed by the street-lamps and traffic-lights. For at one or other of these no one could fail to wonder, unless he was out of his mind.
    FROM: "The Calmative", (1946), Short Story, Ireland
• Uzodinma Iweala (1)
  • IN: Speak No Evil (2018) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Finally he said, I have word from -- and here he named the dear name -- that I shall not come again. I saw the dead face and heard the unspoken words, no need to go to him again, even were it in your power.
    FROM: Ohio Impromptu, (1981), Play, Ireland
• Billy Collins (1)
  • IN: Picnic, Lightning (1998) Poetry, American
    EPIGRAPH: We spend our life trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench.
    FROM: Texts for Nothing, (1959), Short story, Ireland
• Ilija Trojanow (1)
  • IN: The Lamentations of Zeno (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: At each slow ebb hope slowly dawns that it is dying.
    FROM: Company, (1979), NULL, Ireland
• Michelle de Kretser (1)
  • IN: The Life to Come (2017) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: CLOV: Do you believe in the life to come? HAMM: Mine was always that.
    FROM: Endgame, (1957), Play, Ireland