They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
He brings light, as only the great dare to bring light, to the issueless predicament of existence. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as long as I please.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“On. Stare on. Say on. Be on. Somehow on. Anyhow on. Till dim gone. At long last gone. All at long last… — 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… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“A little darkness, in itself, at the time, is nothing. You think no more about it and you go on. But I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
It is better to adopt the simplest explanation, even if it is not simple, even if it does not explain very much.… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of… — 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
