HAMM:Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?NAGG:I didn't know.HAMM:What? What didn't you know?NAGG:That it'd be you.(Pause.)
The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was...
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
1por qué no simplemente no esperara ser ocasión deun vertedero de palabras¿no es mejor abortar que ser estéril?después de tu partida las horas son tan tristessiempre empiezan a rastras demasiado pront...
The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesita...
What mattered to me in my dispeopled kingdom, that in regard to which the disposition of my carcass was the merest and most futile of accidents, was supineness in the mind, the dulling of the self and...
There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.
Gimdyti apsižergus kapą ir kančiose gimti. Duobėje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi įrankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba mūsų riksmai.
And I was wondering how to depart without self-loathing or sadness, or with as little as possible, when a kind of immense sigh all around me announced it was not I who was departing, but the flock.
ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we’re magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.
A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, rêveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L'air est plein de nos cris.
VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'...
Estragon: And if he doesn't come?Vladimir: (after a moment of bewilderment) We'll see when the time comes.
Neyse ki gözkapaklarını kapamak söz konusu değil burada, yummak gereken ruh aslında, şu boşuna yadsınmaya çalışılan uyanık, kaygılı ruh; limansız, gemisiz, tözsüz, tinsiz gecede bir fenerin içindeymiş...
Bütün bu şeyler, bazı şeylerin hiçbir anlam taşımamayı sürdürdükleri gibi hiçbir anlam taşımasalar yani sonuna dek anlamsızlıkta direnseler, asla söz edilemezdi bunlardan. Çünkü hiçten söz etmenin tek...
My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watc...
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
