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They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
SAMUEL BECKETT, Eleutheria
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
past moments old dreams back again or fresh like those that pass or things things always and memories I say them as I hear them murmur them in the mud
SAMUEL BECKETT, How It Is
Better hope deferred than none.
God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?
SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
all these calculations yes explanations yes the whole story from beginning to end yes completely false yes
SAMUEL BECKETT, How It Is
Let us not waste our time in idle discourse!
SAMUEL BECKETT, Waiting for Godot
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
SAMUEL BECKETT, Malone Dies
My mistakes are my life.
SAMUEL BECKETT, How It Is
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
SAMUEL BECKETT, The Unnamable
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