The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on… — 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
Do they [the publishers of Murphy] not understand that if the book is slightly obscure it is because it is a compression… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I've tried not to exaggerate the glory of athletes. I'd rather, if I could, preserve a sense of proportion, to write about… — 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