Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning. — 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
Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part… — 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
“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
