Eugene Ionesco Quotes
As soon as one knows one is going to die, childhood is over.... So one can be grown up at seven. Then, I believe most human beings forget what they have understood, recover another sort of childhood that can last all their lives. It is not a true childhood but a kind of forgetting. Desires and anxieties are there, preventing you from having access to the essential truth.
Eugene Ionesco
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In reality, it si more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side.
B. H. Liddell Hart
In thinking about it, the villains often have a little bit more range because their morality is different. You can have just a really good time as an actor, and there is just more there that you can explore on that side of the story.
Mahershala Ali
There is no diplomacy like candor.
E. V. Lucas
We live in a digital world, but we're fairly analog creatures.
Omar Ahmad
My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
Karl Shapiro
As a result of 50 years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unhappy sexual misfits... the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied.
Ian Fleming
In 2001, we went to raise some $3 million in venture capital in the U.S. and got rejected. So we’ve come back and raised a little bit more: $25 billion. This is not money; this is trust from the world, trust from the people.
Jack Ma
Psychologists have hitherto failed to realize that imagination is a necessary ingredient of perception itself.
Immanuel Kant
Truth does not hurt, rather, it is our resistance to its message that causes pain.
Vernon Howard
If wishes were stories, beggars would read...
Randall Jarrell
Laugh at what you hold sacred, and still hold it sacred.
Abraham Maslow
I was at the job of reading it for days and days, endlessly daunted and halted by its laborious dullness, its flatulent fatuity, its almost fabulous inconsequentiality. (On H. G. Wells' Joan and Peter) Ch. 2, 'The Late Mr. Wells'
H. L. Mencken