There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I had seen faces in photographs I might have found beautiful had I known even vaguely in what beauty was supposed to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it? — 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
