“The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as long as I please.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Use your head, can't you, use your head, you're on earth, there's no cure for that!” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Dance first. Think later. Its the natural order! Or at least its mine anyways. ” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Not that Quin, regarding this and other traits of his nature, was quite devoid of curiosity. But each time he set himself… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“From Beckett's "The Unnamable": "They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes off to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you this, when social workers offer you, free, gratis and for nothing, something to hinder you from swooning, which… — 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
“But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“In the end he said, I am Mercier, alone, ill, in the cold, the wet, old, half mad, no way on, no… — 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
