#beckett

It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#watt #life

He paused and let out a little sigh. Then I’m saying it wrong, because it has everything to do with you. I want what Hades and Persephone had, and I can’t do it without you. The only time the queen of the Everneath has been overthrown is when an Everliving has found his perfect match. I’ve spent my whole life - and it’s a long one, trust me - looking for my perfect match, and it’s you. I knew you were different from the first moment I met you. The first moment you placed your hands on mine. You remember? ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#nikki-beckett #sweet #life

It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realise that the colour of an eye half seen, or the source of some distant sound, are closer to Giudecca in the hell of unknowing than the existence of God, or the origins of protoplasm, or the eistence of self, and even less worthy than these to occupy the wise, It's a bit much, a lifetime, to achieve this consoling conclusion, it doesn't leave you much time to profit by it. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#samuel-beckett #love

Any pub will do?” “McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that.” “So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine”—Beckett’s eyes danced in the streaming sunlight—“I’m about to solve your every problem.” Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. “Prepare to worship and adore me. ↗

— Jenny B. Jones

#finley #life

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 possible. Fuck off, she said. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#fuck #irish #off #samuel #writer

I am not interested in living in a city where there isn't a production by Samuel Beckett running. ↗

— Edward Albee

#culture #drama #samuel-beckett #stage #theater

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 move. No sound.) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #life #love #movement #play

I don't think there's been any writer like Samuel Beckett. He's unique. He was a most charming man and I used to send him my plays. ↗

— Harold Pinter

#beckett #been #charming #him #i

The first play I saw was a Samuel Beckett play which was great. ↗

— Val Kilmer

#first #great #i #play #samuel

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #life #misery #play #life