Samuel Beckett. He is a kind of hero for me.

Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying.

The core of my writing is not art but truth.

When he is sick, every man wants his mother.

to everything there is an end - except fear.

It's a pretty brutal process, having a baby.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

Yep, I often lit the barbie with old drafts.

I didn't read a serious book until I was 19.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

The bigger the issue, the smaller you write.

I write because I can't imagine not writing.

He had won but he didn't feel like a winner.

A police state is a country run by criminals

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

I hate to write, but I love to have written.

A good conscience is eight parts of courage.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

The horse loves the hound, and I loves both.

Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.

I will come back to India - so deal with it.

We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.

No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.

life is crap but, every day is an experience

Through our soul is our contact with heaven.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

When the mind is most empty It is most full.

But what are wishes, compared with longings?

There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

How did you know??? I'm Erin. I know all. ;)

Are we not all desperate one way or another?

The feeble soul merely whines and complains.

And I was very interested in the priesthood.

A harmful truth is better than a useful lie.

Relieve stress through hysterical screaming.

What happened, and what might have happened?

Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake.

We cannot fail to win unless we fail to try.

What do I know about sex? I’m a married man.

What do I know about sex? I'm a married man.

And wouldn't you know he'd be a singing man.

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

though he does not touch me, he steadies me.

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

A peasant that reads is a prince in waiting.

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