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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.
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Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
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But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
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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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What are we doing here, that is the question.
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The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
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