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More Quotes by Samuel Beckett
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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.
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.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
