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

Samuel Beckett

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Destiny Fate Man Myself
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
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
All has not been said and never will be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Talk Voice Word
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Feeling Myself Record
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Necessary Silence Word
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
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality

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

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