“I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness--provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share
It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout - not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Life consists of nothing more than the happiness we can get out of it. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
Each of us has a day .. when he has to accept, finally, the fact that he is a man. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
We have found other terms far less vague than the old ones to designate the same complaints. It's a great advance linguistically. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
One can be a patriot, you know, without making one's wife join the breadline. — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are… — Jean Anouilh Copy Share Image
