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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

Samuel Beckett

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
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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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

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