The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The Unnamable,1954... How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly. — 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
