I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever. — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you… — 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
My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing… — 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… — 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
