All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this. VLADIMIR: That's what you think. — 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
The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong.… — 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
