Eugene Ionesco

Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?

It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.

It isn't what people think that's important, but the reason they think what they think.

Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

You've always made the mistake of being yourself.

Many people have delusions of grandeur but you're deluded by triviality.