The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In… — 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
“A little darkness, in itself, at the time, is nothing. You think no more about it and you go on. But I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. In a way. I love to get up and move about in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever. — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
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 Image
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
