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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Samuel Beckett

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.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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
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.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
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
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself

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