It's not a certain society that seems ridiculous to me, it's mankind.

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.

When silence confronts us, the question to which there is no answer rings out in the silence. That ultimate "why," that great "why" is like a light that blots out everything, but a blinding light; nothing more can be made out.

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

Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

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.