The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.
Eugene IonescoExplanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.
Eugene IonescoWe are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously
Eugene IonescoDreams are reality at its most profound, and what you invent is truth because invention, by its nature, can't be a lie.
Eugene Ionesco