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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

Samuel Beckett

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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Born Death Live Myself
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
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
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
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
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself

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