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To restore silence is the role of objects.

Samuel Beckett

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
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
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
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
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
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
If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.
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Current Death Stand Yourself
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word

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