Eugene Ionesco
Eugene Ionesco
Eugène Ionesco; 26 November 1909 – 28 March 1994) was a Romanian-French playwright who wrote mostly in French, and one of the foremost figures of the French Avant-garde theatre. Beyond ridiculing the most banal situations, Ionesco's plays depict the solitude and insignificance of human existence in a tangible way...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth26 November 1909
CountryFrance
philosophical understanding given
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.
art men useless
The Arts are man's most useless ... and essential ... activity.
communication men cliche
Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.
childhood world adults
The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult.
hate night vanity
I have no other pictures of the world apart from those which express evanescence, and callousness, vanity and anger, emptiness, orhideous useless hate. Everything has merely confirmed what I had seen and understood in my childhood: futile and sordid fits of rage, cries suddenly blanketed by the silence, shadows swallowed up for ever by the night.
memories writing men
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.
travel writing thinking
A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing or thinking about writing.
writing people answers
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.
song water theatre
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.
children light rose
Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.
mean vision theatre
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.
being-yourself mistake made
You've always made the mistake of being yourself.
inspiring dream teacher
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
love dream fall
Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.