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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

Samuel Beckett

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
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
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
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
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
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
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

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