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What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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Sa-miao-erh Pei-kʻo-tʻe
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Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
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When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
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Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
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I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.
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The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.
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There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
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Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.
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Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
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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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James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.
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What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.
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Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
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Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
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The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.
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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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