“But what's all this about not being able to die, live, be born? That must have some bearing. All this about staying… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaquaquaquaqua with white beard… — 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
“Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart. Estragon: Such is life.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“With a cluther of limbs and organs, all that is needed to live again, to hold out a little time, I'll call… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“let us say before i go any further, that i forgive nobody. i wish them all an atrocious life in the fires… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life. — 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… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“story … if you could finish it … you could rest … you could sleep … not before … oh I know… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life… — 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
