Jean Anouilh

Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.

Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.

Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively read more

Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught read more

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If read more

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.