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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

Samuel Beckett

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Conversation Myself Polite Try
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Enjoyment Myself
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alive Help Myself Worth
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Habit Life Perspective
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Love Myself Relationship Yourself
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Mistake Myself
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
SAMUEL BECKETT

One Liner Reality
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time

Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

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