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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

Samuel Beckett

There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
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
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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.
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Born Death Live Myself
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
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.
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Death Enjoyment Myself

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

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