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People who don’t read are brutes.

It’s only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs.

I started writing for the theatre because I hated it.

What’s chivalrous about saying you’ve seen a rhinoceros?

A man with a soul is not like every other man.

I just can’t get used to life.

I’ve always been suspicious of collective truths. I think an idea is true when it hasn’t been put into words and that the moment it’s put into words it becomes exaggerated. Because the moment it’s put into words there’s an abuse, an excess in the expression of the idea that makes it false.

Dreams are reality at its most profound.

A civil servant doesn’t make jokes.

It’s when I am fully conscious that I ask questions.

To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.

If I write a new play, my point of view may be profoundly modified. I may be obliged to contradict myself and I may no longer know whether I still think what I think.

Oh righteous doom, that they who make Pleasure their only end, Ordering the whole life for its sake, Miss that whereto they tend. While they who bid stern duty lead, Content to follow, they, Of duty only taking heed, Find pleasure by the way.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing.

I am not capitulating.

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

Logic is a very beautiful thing. As long as it is not abused.

Mediocrity is more dangerous in a critic than in a writer.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questions. If I had answers, I’d be a politician.

You’ve always made the mistake of being yourself.

Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.

When silence confronts us, the question to which there is no answer rings out in the silence. That ultimate “why,” that great “why” is like a light that blots out everything, but a blinding light; nothing more can be made out...

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It’s a symptom of security.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It’s horrible, it can’t be taken seriously.

A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.

There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.

We are all looking for something of extraordinary importance whose nature we have forgotten; I am writing the memoirs of a man who has lost his memory.

Theatre is simply what cannot be expressed by any other means; a complexity of words, movements, gestures that convey a vision of the world inexpressible in any other way.

An avant-garde man is like an enemy inside a city he is bent on destroying, against which he rebels; for like any system of government, an established form of expression is also a form of oppression. The avant-garde man is the opponent of an existing system.

Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.

To become conscious of what is horrifying and to laugh at it is to become master of that which is horrifying.

A really conscientious doctor ought to die with his patient. The captain goes down with his ship.

To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.

DAISY: I never knew you were such a realist-I thought you were more poetic. Where’s your imagination? There are many sides to reality. Choose the one that’s best for you. Escape into the world of imagination.

I personally would like to bring a tortoise onto the stage, turn it into a racehorse, then into a hat, a song, a dragoon and a fountain of water. One can dare anything in the theatre and it is the place where one dares the least.

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed...

Why was I born, if it wasn’t forever?

I’ve always been suspicious of collective truths.

Nothing makes me more pessimistic than the obligation not to be pessimistic.

It isn’t what people think that is important, but the reason they think what they think.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

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

The critic should describe, and not prescribe...

We have not the time to take our time.

The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.

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