The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract,… — 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
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
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
All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not… — 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
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
“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
