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Samuel Beckett

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

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

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Ally Carter

"Everything was very specific and very fitted. I can't tell you what we went through for this job in regards to full body scans and the prosthetic process that you go through and all that kind of stuff, but everything was done very specifically to fit you perfectly."

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Ally Carter

"Mind and body obstruct one another's pleasures."

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Ally Carter

"If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred."

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"Nobody ever said that growing old would be easy. Just having to hold the newspaper out in your forties and then hair growing out of unusual parts of your body in your fifties. It's tough on the ego."

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Ally Carter

"It's like learning a language; you can't speak a language fluently until you find out who you are in that language, and that has as much to do with your body as it does with vocabulary and grammar."

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Ally Carter

"A catcher and his body are like the outlaw and his horse. He's got to ride that nag till it drops."

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Ally Carter

"I don't use my body to seduce, no. I just stand there."

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Ally Carter

"The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet."

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Ally Carter

"Your body has such a memory."

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Ally Carter

"Logic is not a body of doctrine, but a mirror-image of the world. Logic is transcendental."

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"I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning."
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"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."
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"You are on your back at the foot of an aspen. In its trembling shade. She at right angles propped on her elbows head between her hands. Your eyes opened and closed have looked in hers looking in yours. In your dark you look in them again. Still. You feel on your face the fringe of her long black hair stirring in the still air. Within the tent of hair your faces are hidden from view. She murmurs, Listen to the leaves. Eyes in each other's eyes you listen to the leaves. In their trembling shade."
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"I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments."
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"In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The lower the order of mental activity the better the company. Up to a point."
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"There's never an end for the sea."
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"If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love."
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"I always thought old age would be a writer's best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory's gone, all the old fluency's disappeared. I don't write a single sentence without saying to myself, 'It's a lie!' So I know I was right. It's the best chance I've ever had."
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Samuel Beckett
"But there are not two laws, that was the next thing I thought I understood, not two laws, one for the healthy, another for the sick, but one only to which all must bow, rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad. He was eloquent. I pointed out that I was not sad. That was a mistake. Your papers, he said, I knew it a moment later. Not at all, I said, not at all. Your papers! he cried. Ah my papers."
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Samuel Beckett
"Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence."
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