All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
From Samuel Beckett
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Words are all we have.
Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.
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