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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

Samuel Beckett

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
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.
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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
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.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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
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.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
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

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

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