Jean Anouilh

I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness--provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do; and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise I reject it! I will not be moderate. I will not be satisfied with the bit of cake you offer me if I promise to be a good little girl. I want to be sure of everything this very day; sure that everything will be as beautiful as when I was a little girl. If not, I want to die!

It bothered me that whatever was waiting wasn't waiting for me

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

Our entire life - consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.

Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness to be truly base.

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.

Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck and the house is never burgled and the ship never goes down.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck and ... the house is never burgled and the ship never goes down.

One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must choose.

Each of us has a day ... when he has to accept finally the fact that he is a man.

Our entire life ... consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

I like reality. It tastes of bread.