Lela

“The punchline of the story relates to an American academic saying of Beckett, 'He doesn't give a fuck about people. He's an artist.' At this point Beckett raised his voice above the clatter of afternoon tea and shouted, 'But I do give a fuck about people! I do give a fuck!”
― James Knowlson, Beckett Remembering/Remembering Beckett: A Centenary Celebration

“Life is not worth a single line of Baudelaire.”
― Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, The Life of a Stupid Man

“HAMM:
In my house.
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One day you’ll be blind, like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.
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One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down, and you’ll go and sit down. Then you’ll say, I’m hungry, I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up. You’ll say, I shouldn’t have sat down, but since I have I’ll sit on a little longer, then I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up and you won’t get anything to eat.
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You’ll look at the wall a while, then you’ll say, I’ll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I’ll feel better, and you’ll close them. And when you open them again there’ll be no wall any more.
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Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn’t fill it, and there you’ll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.
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Yes, one day you’ll know what it is, you’ll be like me, except that you won’t have anyone with you, because you won’t have had pity on anyone and because there won’t be anyone left to have pity on.
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― Samuel Beckett, Endgame

“How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair