Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre,…

Quote by Samuel Beckett

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If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Habit is a great deadener.

Habit is a great deadener.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there,...

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

Words are all we have.

Words are all we have.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I...

Birth was the death of him.

Birth was the death of him.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to...

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to...

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason,...

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a...

Someday, in the distant future, our grandchildren's grandchildren will develop a new equivalent of our...

Someday, in the distant future, our grandchildren's grandchildren will develop a new equivalent of our...

He who does not see the angels and devils in the beauty and malice of...

He who does not see the angels and devils in the beauty and malice of...

The bad workman blames his tools

The bad workman blames his tools