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The essential doesn’t change.

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.
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Born Death Live Myself
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
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
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
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
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.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
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
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
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
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
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
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 essential doesn’t change.

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