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But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

Samuel Beckett

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
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
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Clothes Thinking Word
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
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
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
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?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

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