What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What I assert, deny, question, in the present, I still can. But mostly I shall use the various tenses of the past.… — 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
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
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
