Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me! — 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
What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same… — 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
The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have 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
