There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.
Samuel BeckettIt is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
Samuel BeckettVladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
Samuel BeckettI open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
Samuel BeckettBut I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
Samuel BeckettShe felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.
Samuel Beckett