Eugène Ionesco Quotes

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison there is no philosophy or ide...

When I was nine, the teacher asked us to write a piece about our village fete. He read mine in class...

You can only predict things after they've happened.

Every message of despair is the statement of a situation from which everybody must freely try to fin...

We have not the time to take our time.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain ...

Culture cannot be separated from politics. The arts, philosophy and metaphysics, religion and the sc...

Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into ac...

Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questi...

The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the hand...

A writer never takes a vacation. For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writ...

I read a page of Plato's great work. I can no longer understand anything, because behind the words o...

Of course, not everything is unsayable in words, only the living truth.

Nothing is mightier than our why, nothing stands above it, because in the end there is a why to whic...

I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.

I have always considered imaginative truth to be more profound, more loaded with significance, than ...

BERENGER: And you consider all this natural? DUDARD: What could be more natural than a rhinoceros? B...

Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds… houses and whole districts of people who aren’t real...

Oh words, what crimes are committed in your name?~Jack or The Submission

I am sad when I think that the years go by like sacks that we mark "Returned Empty," sad when I thin...

You can only predict things after they have happened.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I ...

Theatre is simply what cannot be expressed by any other means a complexity of words movements ges...

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A ma...