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

I started writing for the theatre because I hated it.

To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.

Dreams are reality at its most profound, and what you invent is truth because invention, by its nature, can't be a lie.

In the name of religion, one tortures, persecutes, builds pyres. In the guise of ideologies, one massacres, tortures and kills. In the name of justice one punishes...in the name of love of one's country or of one's race hates other countries, despises them, massacres them. In the name of equality and brotherhood there is suppression and torture. There is nothing in common between the means and the end, the means go far beyond the end...ideologies and religion... are the alibis of the means.

You've always made the mistake of being yourself.