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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

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
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End Thankful Yourself
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
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
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
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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Intelligence Mindset Myself Right Wonder
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
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
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
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
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
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
There’s never an end for the sea.
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Deep End One Liner Sea
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
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
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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
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
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.

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