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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Samuel Beckett

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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Answer Life Long Question
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Disgust Love Old Tolerance
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
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
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
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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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing

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