To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETTThen 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.
More Samuel Beckett Quotes
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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There’s never an end for the sea.
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Birth was the death of him.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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