“drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle. — 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
“It is to be hoped the time will come, thank God, in some circles it already has, when language is best used… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Evoke at painful junctures, when discouragement threatens to raise its head, the image of a vast cretinous mouth, red blubber and slobbering,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But in the end I understood this language. I understood it, I understand it, all wrong perhaps. That is not what matters.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“there is [...] a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word… — 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
