ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this. VLADIMIR: That's what you think. — 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
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order… — 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 all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge… — 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
