Quotes About Absurdity

...how absurd human beings are and how magnificent.

One can show one's contempt for the cruelty and stupidity of the world by making of one's life a poem of incoherence and absurdity.

My first feeling about the paper and the attitude is that it is absurd.

Scientists tell us that the fastest animal in the world, with a speed of 120 mph, is a cow dropped out of a helicopter.

You can put suspenders on a salamander, but it still won't make waffles. See what I mean? That sentence makes absolutely no sense, but I got paid to write it. It's printed right here in a published book!

33 percent agreeing with the statement that the world is controlled by a giant invisible telepathic clam named Ronaldo.

The easiest way to witness the stupidity and misplaced hopes of humanity is to watch, for twenty minutes, a human using a leaf blower. With this machine, the man was saying, I will murder all quiet. I will destroy the aural plane. And I will do so with a machine that performs a task far less efficiently than I could with a rake.

This is something Mark Twain, or Samuel Clemens wrote, or whatever: To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of the American art.

The easiest way to witness the stupidity and misplaced hopes of all humanity is to watch, for twenty minutes, a human using a leaf blower. With this machine, the man was saying, I will murder all quiet. I will destroy the aural plane. And I will do so with a machine that performs a task far less efficiently than I could with a rake. Sam

A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

The music's still going, going absolutely nowhere, like Philip Glass on Quaaludes.

Talk about solid turds all you want. The molecular integrity of shit is small potatoes.

There is something deeply surreal about standing behind a female performer in hotpink peau de soie, a woman whose clitoris and perineum you have priorly seen, and watching her try to get a microwaved egg roll onto her plate with a cocktail fork. —David Foster Wallace, "Big Red Son" (1998)

MR. YEE: Urgle. Urgle urgle. Splarg. Kaa. [Falls from chair.] MR. TINE JR.: Holy mackerel.

If there is no God, then man and the universe are doomed. Like prisoners condemned to death, we await our unavoidable execution. There is no God, and there is no immortality. And what is the consequence of this? It means that life itself is absurd. It means that the life we have is without ultimate significance, value, or purpose.

Why, this is very midsummer madness.

O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason. King Lear: Because they are not eight? Fool: Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. ??????, ?? ??????, ??? ?????? ?????? ? ?????? ??????.

On siedzia? z sensem (bo czyta?), a ja bez sensu siedzia?em.

Considering the bird, considering the stick, perhaps finally I'll also find out what it is with the mouths. (Why? How? What an absurdity!)

And the ridiculous impotence of words in the face of life!

This isn't right. This isn't even wrong.