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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

Samuel Beckett

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship 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
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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
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
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

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