As soon as one knows one is going to die, childhood is over… So one can be grown up at seven. Then,… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
I have no other pictures of the world apart from those which express evanescence, and callousness, vanity and anger, emptiness, orhideous useless… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed... — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic: it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night, all new… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
I am, it seems, an avant-garde dramatist. It would even seem obvious since I am present here at discussions on the avant-garde theatre. It… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share
“My boy! It's really true, you really love hashed brown potatoes? You make me so happy. JACK [without conviction]: Yes, I like them, I… — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share
“Rhinoceros The Leader The Future is in Eggs or It Takes all Sorts to Make a World” — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share
Every message of despair is the statement of a situation from which everybody must freely try to find a way out. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share
Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share
“All doctors are quacks. And all patients too. Only the Royal Navy is honest in England.” — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share
“I read a page of Plato's great work. I can no longer understand anything, because behind the words on the page, which have their… — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share
“MRS. SMITH: Well, this is how it was. It is difficult for me to speak openly to you, but a fireman is also a… — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share
Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share
