The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself. — 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
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. —Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho (1983)” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I took advantage of being at the seaside to lay in a store of sucking-stones. They were pebbles but I call them… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head. — 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
