Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“That is why nothing appears, all is silent, one is frightened to be born, no, one wishes one were, so as to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I don't know when I died. It always seemed to me I died old, about ninety years old, and what years, and… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do to me, to my refuge, yet again.... If I could… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy… — 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
