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 BECKETTThe whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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The essential doesn’t change.
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All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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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?
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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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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Better hope deferred than none.
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