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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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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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I am such a good man, at bottom, such a good man, how is it that nobody ever noticed it?
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When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment.
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To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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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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There's never an end for the sea.
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The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
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I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
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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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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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It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
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God is love. Yes or no? No.
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in reality we are one and all from the unthinkable first to the no less unthinkable last glued together in a vast imbrication of flesh without breach or fissure
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