domingo, 5 de agosto de 2007

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.


(Please, keep the playlist above on while you're reading and comprehending the sentences)


Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.


Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.


Habit is a great deadener.


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


If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.


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


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.


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




All quotes by Samuel Beckett (even the title).

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