Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
When we are reading, a voice comes to us as in the dark and whispers, "Imagine!" Samuel Beckettas told by Bill Moyer in the Foreword he wrote for, The Public Library: A Photographic Essay by Robert Da...
I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my mom...
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pau...
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.(Pause. Krapp's lips...
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion.
Vladimir:-Cuando uno piensa, oye.Estragon:-Cierto.Vladimir:-Y eso impide reflexionar.Estragon:-Claro.Vladimir:-Impide pensar.Estragon:-De todos modos se piensa.Vladimir:-¡Qué va!, resulta imposible.Es...
I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of — will-less i...
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Ah earth you old extinguisher.
Let them be gone now, them and all the others, those I have used and those I have not used, give me back the pains I lent them and vanish, from my life, my memory, my terrors and shames. There, now th...
From time to time. You do not count your steps any more. For the simple reason they number each day the same. Average day in day out the same. The way being always the same. You keep count of the days...
From Beckett's The Unnamable:They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes off to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved...
Estragon:-¿Cuál es nuestro papel en este asunto?Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel?Estragon:-Tómate tiempo.Vladimir:-¿Nuestro papel? El del suplicante.Estragon:-¿Hasta este extremo?Vladimir: ¿El señor tiene exi...
She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman.
You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.