Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

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

Like all revolutions, the surrealist revolution was a reversion, a restitution, an expression of vital and indispensable spiritual needs.

If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art.

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.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

All cats die. Socrates is dead. Therefore Socrates is a cat.

A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing or thinking about writing.

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.

The Arts are man's most useless ... and essential ... activity.

I always say that the times in my life when I've been happiest are the times when I've seen, like, a sunset.

I realise I'm still a child, though I do feel older. I recently did an on-line test called 'What's Your True Age?' My result was 50-60 years old.

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches.

It would surpass the powers of a well man nowadays to take up his bed and walk, and I should certainly advise a sick one to lay down his bed and run.

Necessity moderates more troubles than reason.

Overcome evil with good, falsehood with truth, and hatred with love. The message isn't new, but we haven't learned to live it yet.

The sun. I hate the sun.

The important thing about "brave" is, it doesn't mean you're not terrified.

I dare say that quite a few people have contemplated death for reasons that much later seemed to them to be quite minor.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul.