#beckett

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

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? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#samuel-beckett #life

That's who he was—not who he is now—and it sounds like you need to decide if you can deal with what he used to do. ↗

— Georgia Cates

#addison-donavon #beauty-from-surrender #beauty-series #georgia-cates #laurelyn-prescott

Kyle’s shrill voice interrupted their moment. “Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a few hours before he’s bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from a guy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?” The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. “Why would I be the bitch? I don’t think that’s a fair f*cking assumption.” Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. “Of course you’d be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba’s going to love bouncing off of you.” Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. “I’ll be the f*cker,” he told her. “Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.” “Fine, a$$hole, you’re the f*cker,” Kyle’s voice faded away as they returned to the party. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #kyle #one-stellar-moment #poughkeepsie #love

Nigdy nie wątp w człeka prawego i szlachetnego. Taki zawsze coś spieprzy. Oczywiście wszystko w imię większego dobra. ↗

— Simon Beckett

#death

Szansę dostaje się tylko w określonym czasie. Skrzyżowanie dróg, i tak dalej. Podejmujesz decyzję i skręcasz w lewo. Podejmujesz inną, skręcasz w prawo i trafiasz zupełnie gdzie indziej. ↗

— Simon Beckett

#death

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. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#cow #first-love #love

This is it, Beck. This is the hardest part of loving someone: not being with them when you want to be. It's so bad you can taste it. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#eve #love #love