How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones? — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet… — 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
There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing… — 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
Hardly had the glow been kindled by some good deed on your part or by some little triumph over your rivals or… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a… — 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
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my… — 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
