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Oh not that I was ever even incompletely deaf.
Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.
The only sin is the sin of being born
I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.
And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think…Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no th...
You can't have everything, I've often noticed it.
Yes or no?' said Murphy. The eternal tautology.
Henry: I usen't to need anyone, just to myself, stories, there was a great one about an old fellow called Bolton, I never finished it, I never finished any of them, I never finished anything, everythi...
There he is then, the unfortunate brute, quite miserable because of me, for whom there is nothing to be done, and he so anxious to help, so used to giving orders and to being obeyed. There he is, ever...
One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.
When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture, in...
POZZO:I am blind.(Silence.)ESTRAGON:Perhaps he can see into the future.
HAMM:In my house.(pause.)One day you’ll be blind, like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.(pause.)One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down...
No symbols where none intended.
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
They comedifferent and the samewith each it is different and the samewith each the absence of love is differentwith each the absence of love is the same
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stra...