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For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

Samuel Beckett

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
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
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
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.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
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
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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
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
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
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
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
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
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
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

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

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