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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Samuel Beckett

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
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
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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Death Enjoyment Myself
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
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
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
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
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
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
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
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

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