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  • #1
    Samuel Beckett
    “Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.”
    Samuel Beckett, Endgame

  • #2
    Samuel Beckett
    “All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
    Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho

  • #3
    Samuel Beckett
    “The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.”
    Samuel Beckett, Endgame

  • #4
    Leonard Cohen
    “Then I start to struggle
    With a feeble song
    Which will overcome me
    Many miles from home”
    Leonard Cohen

  • #5
    Samuel Beckett
    “Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back.”
    Samuel Beckett, Krapp's Last Tape & Embers

  • #6
    Samuel Beckett
    “Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.”
    Samuel Beckett

  • #7
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “Reading is merely a surrogate for thinking for yourself; it means letting someone else direct your thoughts. Many books, moreover, serve merely to show how many ways there are of being wrong, and how far astray you yourself would go if you followed their guidance. You should read only when your own thoughts dry up, which will of course happen frequently enough even to the best heads; but to banish your own thoughts so as to take up a book is a sin against the holy ghost; it is like deserting untrammeled nature to look at a herbarium or engravings of landscapes.”
    Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

  • #8
    Andy Warhol
    “I never fall apart, because I never fall together.”
    Andy Warhol

  • #9
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #10
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #11
    August Strindberg
    “There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.”
    August Strindberg, The ghost sonata

  • #12
    Michael Cunningham
    “I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I... I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more...never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.”
    Michael Cunningham, The Hours

  • #13
    Hanif Kureishi
    “Someone to whom jokes are never told soon contracts enthusiasm deficiency.”
    Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia

  • #14
    Sarah Kane
    “Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?”
    Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

  • #15
    Sarah Kane
    “Here I am
    and there is my body
    dancing on glass
    In accident time where there are no accidents
    You have no choice
    the choice comes after”
    Sarah Kane

  • #16
    Sarah Kane
    “Body and soul can never be married

    I need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell”
    Sarah Kane

  • #17
    John Fowles
    “Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.”
    John Fowles

  • #18
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Asfixia

  • #19
    J. Michael Straczynski
    “There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”
    J. Michael Straczynski, Babylon 5: The Scripts of J. Michael Straczynski, Vol. 2

  • #20
    Samuel Beckett
    “There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”
    Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

  • #21
    Philip K. Dick
    “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.”
    Philip K. Dick, I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon

  • #22
    Tennessee Williams
    “How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.”
    Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

  • #23
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer

  • #24
    Agatha Christie
    “It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them. ”
    Agatha Christie, Agatha Christie: An Autobiography

  • #25
    Herta Müller
    “I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.”
    Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel

  • #26
    Samuel Beckett
    “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.”
    Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

  • #27
    Samuel Beckett
    “Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.”
    Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

  • #28
    Anchee Min
    “If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.”
    Anchee Min, Red Azalea: A Memoir

  • #29
    Philip K. Dick
    “It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”
    Philip K. Dick, VALIS

  • #30
    Samuel Beckett
    “Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father loved to retreat with Punch and a cushion. The waist of his trousers unbuttoned he sat on the one ledge and turned the pages. You on the other your feet dangling. When he chuckled you tried to chuckle too. When his chuckle died yours too. That you should try to imitate his chuckle pleased and amused him greatly and sometimes he would chuckle for no other reason than to hear you try to chuckle too. Sometimes you turn your head and look out through a rose-red pane. You press your little nose against the pane and all without is rosy. The years have flown and there at the same place as then you sit in the bloom of adulthood bathed in rainbow light gazing before you. She is late.”
    Samuel Beckett, As the Story Was Told



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