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More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
My mistakes are my life.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.