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

Samuel Beckett

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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
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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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
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
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
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
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk

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