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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.
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Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
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I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.
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Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
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I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
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We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
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The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear, and more than the light of day (or night) makes the subsolar, -lunar, and -stellar excrement. Art is the sun, moon, and stars of the mind, the whole mind.
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For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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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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Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
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