Age When I was nine, the teacher asked us to write a piece about our village fete. He read mine in class. I was encouraged and continued. I even wanted to... Eugene Ionesco 18
Music I look out the chair while eating my pillow. I open the wall, I walk with my ears. I have ten eyes to walk with and two fingers to look with. I put my... Eugene Ionesco 26
Beauty Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as... Eugene Ionesco 15
Death No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst... Eugene Ionesco 22
