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HAMM:Scoundrel! Why did you engender me?NAGG:I didn't know.HAMM:What? What didn't you know?NAGG:That it'd be you.(Pause.)
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
Words are all we have.
As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.
How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.
Estragon: You see, you feel worse when I'm with you. I feel better alone, too.Vladmir: Then why do you always come crawling back?Estragon: I don't know.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.
I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.
...The less I think of it the more certain I am.
The only sin is the sin of being born
drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I cannot imagine a higher goal for today’s writer.
You can't have everything, I've often noticed it.
But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.
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
Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.
There's never an end for the sea.
Have you shat, my child, I said gently.
Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
...then much, then little, then nothing.
Name, no, nothing is namable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
...nothing ever as much as begun, nothing ever but nothing and never, nothing ever but lifeless words.
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another.
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.
Light heat all known all white heart breath no sound.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.
There is no use indicting words, they are no shoddier than what they peddle.
You must go on.I can’t go on.I’ll go on.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
Habit is a great deadener.
I was limply poking about in the garbage saying probably, for at that age I must still have been capable of general ideas, This is life.
He sometimes halted without saying anything. Either he had finally nothing to say or while having something to say he finally decided not to say it.
Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.