A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing or thinking about writing. Eugene Ionesco More Quotes by Eugene Ionesco More Quotes From Eugene Ionesco 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. Eugene Ionesco cities expression men Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious. Eugene Ionesco strokes vicious circles Nothing makes me more pessimistic than the obligation not to be pessimistic. Eugene Ionesco pessimistic obligation Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been. Eugene Ionesco has-beens 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. Eugene Ionesco imagination reality world Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings. Eugene Ionesco effort language break Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing. Eugene Ionesco astonishing childhood moments I just can't get used to life. Eugene Ionesco used life Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, since we suffer from trying to repress it, since everything that lives longs for rest, let us unfasten the ties that bind us to life, let us cultivate our death wish, let us develop it, water it like a plant, let it grow unhindered. Suffering and fear are born from the repression of the death wish. Eugene Ionesco ties heart death The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water. Eugene Ionesco dream memories moving In the history of humanity there are no civilizations or cultures which fail to manifest, in one or a thousand ways, this need for an absolute that is called heaven, freedom, a miracle, a lost paradise to be regained, peace, the going beyond History... 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.... Humanity has always had a nostalgia for the freedom that is only beauty, that is only real; life, plenitude, light. Eugene Ionesco real philosophy thinking A civil servant doesn't make jokes. Eugene Ionesco bureaucracy servant government A really conscientious doctor ought to die with his patient. The captain goes down with his ship. Eugene Ionesco ships captains doctors We haven't the time to take out time. Eugene Ionesco havens time Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible. Eugene Ionesco astonishment gateways explanation We have not the time to take our time. Eugene Ionesco our-time We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously Eugene Ionesco immortal taken made It's when I am fully conscious that I ask questions. Eugene Ionesco philosophical asks conscious For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; asthough there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart. Eugene Ionesco foundation together fall I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it. Eugene Ionesco solitude long
