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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.

Samuel Beckett

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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Fear Invention Myself Question
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Desert Lonely Love Man
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Enjoyment Myself
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
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
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dog Habit Himself
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man

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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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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