Quotes About Absurdity

what makes it funny to people is that it's a gross distortion of something very familiar. For

By a fatal law, a genius is always an idiot.

Te-admir? veÅŸnic Moartea,o,lume caraghioas?,în zvârcolirea-Å£i tâmp?,sub orice soare-ai sta,ÅŸi-ades,asemeni Å£ie,în smirn? se-mb?iaz?,mijindu-ÅŸi ironia în nebunia ta.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?

pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASSHOLES, BABY? YOU'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE, I'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY A PORTERHOUSE STEAK, THAT HAD AN ASSHOLE! ASSHOLES COVER THE EARTH! IN A WAY TREES HAVE ASSHOLES BUT YOU CAN'T FIND THEM, THEY JUST DROP THEIR LEAVES. YOUR ASSHOLE, MY ASSHOLE, THE WORLD IS FULL OF BILLIONS OF ASSHOLES. THE PRESIDENT HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE CARWASH BOY HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE JUDGE AND THE MURDERER HAVE ASSHOLES . . . EVEN THE PURPLE STICKINPIN HAS AN ASSHOLE!

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

It's not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there's no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

We're forced into absurd lives, against which the only sane response is to wage a guerrilla operation of humour and lust and madness.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I am a joke told again.

Banion wondered which was worse - being sodomized by aliens, or having to sit through two hours of Charles Ives.

Zircoff, I said, put the tomatoes away. Piss, he said, I wish they were hand grenades.

Brush your teeth with gasoline. Sleep all day and climb trees at night. Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer. Hold your head under water and play the violin. Do a belly dance before pink candles. Kill your dog. Run for mayor. Live in a barrel. Break your head with a hatchet. Plant tulips in the rain. But don't write any more poetry.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid.

There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D. H. Lawrence had known that.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

Casi siempre lo mejor de la vida consistía en no hacer nada en absoluto, en pasar el rato reflexionando, rumiando sobre ello. Quiero decir que pongamos que uno comprende que todo es absurdo, entones no puede ser tan absurdo porque uno es consciente de que es absurdo y la conciencia de ellos es lo que le otorga sentido. ¿Me entienden? Es un pesimismo optimista.

Dripping faucets, farts of passion, flat tires - are all sadder than death.

Anything goes now, apparently," Fiedel told me. "The lunatics have taken over the asylum.

The poem's not fragile. You can beat on it. It's got good traction. Paraphrased, its four stanzas go like this: 1. You're fucked. 2. We're all fucked. 3. Why? 4. Let's eat lunch.