The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is… — 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
The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something. — 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
