“...and I'll be able to go on, no, I'll be able to stop, or start, another guzzle of lies but piping hot,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“...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
“Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make… — 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
