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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.

Samuel Beckett

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?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Friendship Human Solitude
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Artist Mess Task Work
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Enjoyment Myself
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Forget Myself Time
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
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
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself

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