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Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
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
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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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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Head Myself Universe Window
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word

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