There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Your mind, never active at anytime, is now even less than ever so.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“the last at last seen of him himself unseen by him and of himself” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“What a weary way since that first disaster, what nerves torn from the heart of insentience, with the appertaining terror and the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry… — 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
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“The sensation of the seat of a chair coming together with his drooping posteriors at last was so delicious that he rose… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“He was split, one part of him never left this mental chamber that pictured itself as a sphere full of light fading… — 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
