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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

Samuel Beckett

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
What are we doing here, that is the question.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Action Life Question Spiritual
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Artist Mess Task Work
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dreams Effect Horrible 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
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Answer Life Long Question
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
SAMUEL BECKETT

Art Clarity Clear
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?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
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
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Charity Defense
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
The essential doesn’t change.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Change Essence One Liner

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

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