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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Samuel Beckett

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
Birth was the death of him.
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Born Death Deep Himself One Liner
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
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
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

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

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