Quotes About Absurdity

The interesting thing about humor is that in humor, you - in logic, something is A or not A. In humor, it's both A and not A.

Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!

En un país donde puede pasar TODO, no pasa NADA.

los ricos son los administradores de los bienes de Dios ¿habrase visto mayor disparate? Dios no existe y el que no existe no tiene bienes…

Stupidy knows no bounds

Is it about a bicycle?

If abnegation has indeed so many charms for you, why do you fail to practice it in private life? Society will be grateful to you, for someone, at least, will reap the fruit; but to desire to impose it upon mankind as a principle is the very height of absurdity, for the abnegation of all is the sacrifice of all, which is evil erected into a theory.

I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...

This flea which I have in mine ear.

The world is cruel and makes no sense.

Te has parado alguna vez a contar las olas? —me preguntó de repente. —¿Contar las olas? No. ¡Vaya absurdidad! ¿Qué sentido tiene contar algo que no termina nunca? —Tampoco el tiempo termina nunca y no dejamos de contarlo.

If one wants to live one is better to incline towards imbecility than intelligence, and live only in the absurd. Intelligence consists of eating stars and turning them into dung. And the universe, at the most optimistic estimate, is nothing but God's digestive system.

Life is ridiculous. It's not our fault.

Rock 'n' roll is ridiculous. It's absurd. In the past, U2 was trying to duck that. Now we're wrapping our arms around it and giving it a great big kiss.

But good old Albert, aka Vic, whooped and howled like a Belgian wolfhound getting a glucose enema.

Uno de los dones más peculiares y originales de Kafka es que sus relatos parecen haber regresado de nuestro olvido, dejándonos siempre con la sensación de que perseveramos para olvidar lo que sentimos cuando experimentamos esas extrañezas.

It is very difficult to logically explain the illogical.

All he had ever prayed for was the ability to catch outfield flies, in answer to which God had bestowed upon him a penis that was bigger than anybody else's. What kind of world came up with such idiotic bargains?

This Old Testament - containing error, folly, absurdity and immorality - is by English statute law declared to be of divine authority, a blasphemy - if there were anyone to be blasphemed - blacker and more insolent than any word ever written or penned by the most hotheaded Freethinker.

If two wrongs don't make a right, then what do three wrongs make? What about four?

When I wrote 'Your Republic Is Calling You,' it was Franz Kafka's writing that I had most in mind, and James Joyce's 'Ulysses.' Entirely out of the blue, Kafka's characters receive an order to go somewhere, and when they try to comply, they never quite manage it. Ki-yong in 'Your Republic Is Calling You' is precisely that sort of character.

Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.

I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.

I just try to write what I think would really happen, and with grief and tragedy, there are these naturally occurring moments of levity and humor and absurdity. I think that's what life is really like. Sadness gets interrupted, and happiness gets interrupted.