Samuel Beckett

Ireland
13 Apr 1906 // 22 Dec 1989
Writer

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I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in the turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found.
Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. (...) I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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