Samuel Beckett

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. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.

Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

Fail, fail again, fail better.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

And all these questions I ask myself. It is not in a spirit of curiosity. I cannot be silent. About myself I need know nothing. Here all is clear. No, all is not clear. But the discourse must go on. So one invents obscurities. Rhetoric.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

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.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.