To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETTHabit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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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.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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Birth was the death of him.
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Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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All has not been said and never will be.
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Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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