The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
Perhaps I abandoned criticism because I am full of contradictions, and when you write an essay, you are not supposed to contradict… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
“PUPIL: Are the roots of words square? PROFESSOR: Square or cube. That depends. PUPIL: I've got a toothache.” — Eugène 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 Image
“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 Image
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
“Rhinoceros The Leader The Future is in Eggs or It Takes all Sorts to Make a World” — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share Image
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 Image
Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair. — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
“All doctors are quacks. And all patients too. Only the Royal Navy is honest in England.” — Eugène Ionesco Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image