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What do we do now, now that we are happy?

Samuel Beckett

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
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
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.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
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
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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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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

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