“I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an… — 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
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
Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Yes, I was my father and I was my son, I asked myself questions and answered as best I could, I had… — 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
