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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.

Samuel Beckett

You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cure Earth One Liner
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
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
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alive Help Myself Worth
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
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
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
There’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep End One Liner Sea
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
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
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
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Destiny Fate Man Myself
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Heart Myself
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Habit Life Perspective

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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