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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

Samuel Beckett

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
But 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.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

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