#beck

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

My personal favourite is Jeff Beck. All the others are wonderful as well. ↗

— Noel Redding

#favourite #jeff #jeff beck #others #personal

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

— Val Kilmer

#first #great #i #play #samuel

Ever since I was a child I've always been very attracted to melodies. Whether I hear Jeff Beck, a choir, an ocean or the wind, there's always a melody in there. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#attracted #beck #been #child #choir

Only once or twice in her life had she ever understood all of him, but the part of him which she knew, she knew intricately and well. No little appetite or pain, no carelessness or meanness in him escaped her; no thought or dream or longing in him ever reached her. And yet several times in her life she had seen the stars. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#the-moon-is-down #dreams

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

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #life #misery #play #life

Becky . . .” Luke looks at me carefully. “Have you ever been on a horse in your life?” “Yes! Of course I have!” Once. When I was ten. And I fell off. But I probably wasn’t concentrating or something. “Just be careful, won’t you?” he says. “I’m not quite ready to become a widower. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#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

If you're reading this, I'm either a wolf for good, or you're Ulrik and you should get the hell out of my stuff. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#humor #life #humor

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#hate #love #love