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Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

Samuel Beckett

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
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
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
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
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
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
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself

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