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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

Samuel Beckett

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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
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
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alive Help Myself Worth
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

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Desert Lonely Love Man
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Current Death Stand Yourself
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Myself Universe Window
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Greatness Machine Ourselves Time

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

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