Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“It is gone, the heart is gone, the head is gone, no one feels anything, asks anything, seeks anything, says anything, hears… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Where am I, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence, in the silence you don't know, you must go on,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“So I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“...and I'll be able to go on, no, I'll be able to stop, or start, another guzzle of lies but piping hot,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — 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
