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To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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Dublin city
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Sa-miao-erh Pei-kʻo-tʻe
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To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.
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They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
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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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Suffering is the main condition of the artistic experience.
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Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
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There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.
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Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.
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The only sin is the sin of being born.
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To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
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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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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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Let's go. We can't. Why not? We're waiting for Godot.
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Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.
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Vladimir: Did I ever leave you? Estragon: You let me go.
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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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Better hope deferred than none.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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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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