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Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

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
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
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
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
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
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
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
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
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
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.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking

Birth was the death of him.

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