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 BECKETTYes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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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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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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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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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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