Samuel Beckett — "We are born astride of a grave, and a hellish light gleams for a instant, then i…"
We are born astride of a grave, and a hellish light gleams for a instant, then it's night once more.
We are born astride of a grave, and a hellish light gleams for a instant, then it's night once more.
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"I am not a novelist."
"I can't express myself. I have no words."
"What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we have a an answer. We are waiting for Godot."
"I hate the human race. I hate them all."
"I'm not a writer. I'm a man who writes."
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