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Samuel Beckett, 102

Posted by Geoff Edgers  April 13, 2008 01:10 PM

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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.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

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

Better hope deferred than none.

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?

all these calculations yes explanations yes the whole story from beginning to end yes completely false yes

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

My mistakes are my life.


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