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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

Samuel Beckett

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
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
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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Intelligence Mindset Myself Right Wonder
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
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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

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