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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Samuel Beckett

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
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
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
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
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
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
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

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