[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But we know that we are no longer the same, and not only know that we are no longer the same, but… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong.… — 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
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