We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETTWe have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m in my right mind. Then it passes off and I’m as intelligent as ever.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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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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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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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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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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I gave up before birth.
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Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Fail, fail again, fail better.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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