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“HAMM:
Nature has forgotten us.
CLOV:
There's no more nature.
HAMM:
No more nature! You exaggerate.
CLOV:
In the vicinity.
HAMM:
But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair, our
teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!
CLOV:
Then she hasn't forgotten us.”
― Samuel Beckett, Endgame

“Through art alone are we able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe which is not the same as our own and of which, without art, the landscapes would remain as unknown to us as those that may exist on the moon. Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Vol 6: Time Regained and A Guide to Proust

“And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Master," his amanuensis said one day, "look what's up in the sky! It's the first aeroplane ever to fly over the city!" "I have my own picture of it," said the poet to his amanuensis, without raising his eyes from the ground.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being