We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
“ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share
