They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to… — 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
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on… — 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
