“...this evening it's too late, too late to get things right, I'll go to sleep, so that I may say, hear myself… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Where would I go, if I could go, who would I be, if I could be, what would I say, if I… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“That is why nothing appears, all is silent, one is frightened to be born, no, one wishes one were, so as to… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Name, no, nothing is namable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“There's my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don't say no, this evening. There has… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“With a cluther of limbs and organs, all that is needed to live again, to hold out a little time, I'll call… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“...nothing ever as much as begun, nothing ever but nothing and never, nothing ever but lifeless words.” — 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
